The tangled mass inside my head
has driven me insane.
The person i once used to be,
is dead.
The new,
deranged.
Like a dying rose,
my soul, it withers,
and begins to turn to grey.
The pain i feel is too intense,
I can't stand another day.
The deed is done.
My blood runs free,
and trickles down my hand.
I feel my life slowly slipping away,
like water into sand.
I'm staring at the cieling,
as the lights begin to fade.
The world turns black.
I cease to breathe.
My pain has gone away.
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ok now, don't get it twisted. i'm not suicidal in any way shape or form. just had an idea and went with it. i wrote it a long time ago and lost it. the fist and last stanzas are new. couln't remember the originals
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