I hold the knife... I hold the rope... no one stops me so why don't I do it... I feel so close but yet so far, I cry an cry biting my hand waiting to the pain waves of life to pass. We all go though this once, but some go though it every night. They cry an hug their pillow, wishing to be with one that love. I cry an cry hugging my self the rope around my neck, I cut the red. It runs down my arms, the red paint drips to the floor. I can't breath, I cant see... is this death? No.. it's life.....
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PoetryThese are little things I will write about different small things. my friend is the one who have me the idea.
