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These tears I cry, Caused by my heart that died. No one was there for me, Maybe my life wasn't meant to be. My life was maybe an accident. Maybe I am meant to be in this casket. I had no friends in this life, Except for the pain caused by my knife. The inside of my heart is cold, From my soul that was sold. It is no longer there, I no longer should belong here. Maybe I should just go to hell, My life should then be well. Living with the devil in a world of fire, From these worries I do tire. Will they then go away? Or will it cause me more pain? Why should I even care? No one else is here because they do not care. No matter how much I have tried, My life will never be alright. So here goes the gun. I can hear a voice in my head say, 'This will be fun'. Close my eyes. Shoot the gun I do try. No sound is made. Right now for death, My life will not trade. It is not my time, But I will never be alright. No friends by my side. Why the gun wouldn't let me die! I can take this no more! I then loudly slam the door.
vampirelove97 added this comment 2009-12-23 17:53:46-06:00
Awesome
sarajones1010 added this comment 2010-03-07 17:46:41-06:00
I like this...vary good
paigelynne added this comment 2009-12-22 19:32:12-06:00
awhhhh
vampirelove97 added this comment 2009-12-23 17:53:46-06:00
Awesome
sarajones1010 added this comment 2010-03-07 17:46:41-06:00
I like this...vary good
paigelynne added this comment 2009-12-22 19:32:12-06:00
awhhhh