I'm drinking and I can feel my worries fade
The more alcohol I consume, I grab my blade
I push in deeper then normal on my skin
I can hear the demons
Their chanting "SIN"
I begin to cry when I see my blood
How did I become like this
My family and I dread
The day I become six feet under, cold and dead
More alcohol!!
I say I need
Don't make me scream, don't make me plead
I want to feel deaths cold hands
Gripping my throat
My last final stand
I grow faint and I drop my alcohol
The blade escapes my hand
Crimson blood flowing out of my arm
No one will understand
This is my secret charm
YOU ARE READING
Traurig
Poetry❝I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.❞ / / © The Virgin Suicides