The Suicidal Voice

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By MAC

You need to die No one will care You won’t be missed Kill yourself I dare There is a knife Look at your wrists Cut your fresh veins Right below your fists Fire is fun Makes blood boil Light the burning death End all your toil Blood, blood everywhere But not a drop to drink Your body is lifeless Easier to sink Now comes the funeral What you didn’t think Many now miss you Some even cared

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October 3, 2009 20:16depth of understanding

Beautifully written!! Love it!!