You might ask why I choose today,
Crazy people don't delay.
Slicing dicing through my skin.
Nausea sickens me till my head spins.
Live today.
Die tonight.
My rotting corpse will be a delight.
Death beckons me near,
I'm running to my end.
My broken heart it cannot mend.
Bleeding screaming wanting pain.
This, my love, is not a game.
A contest entry
- Pain and Depression by thedevilsgirl.
475 points, ended November 16, 2007, 55 entries
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