suicide pt. 15, by little_irish_rose Subscribe to rss feed for little_irish_rose

I can't breathe
I can't speak
my body's shaking
I feel so weak
no screams
I can't cry
frozen solid
watching me die
the minutes pass
the hours fade
it burns like fire
where I pierced the blade
will someone find me
before I'm done
will they care
I grab the gun
my final moments
were just a joke
on my own blood 
I begin to choke 
the barrel close
with perfect aim
now the statistics 
have another name
Posted: 2006-11-21 17:58:32 UTC

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2006-11-29 01:08:22User
Another great work of yours..I can almost feel it myself...hey I write you an email at your address [email protected] to hear from you..