Suicide pt.6, by little_irish_rose
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13 knots upon a rope,
equivalent to the slices on my throat.
A river of blood lays on the floor,
spilling over the rug, out the bathroom door..
Unyeilding sadness overcomes,
I think I can hear angelic hums.
With a blade on the ground,
and the rope dangling down.
A letter written from the soul,
in a puddle it lays unwhole.
Tears on the cheeks of this broken daughter,
my heart was ripped out amidst the slaughter.
If only I would have thought of you,
I might've been able to pull through.
If only you told me how you cared,
then I wouldn't have been scared.
Then I would've had something to live for,
instead I dangle over the blood on the floor.
A tear drops, my last saddened breath,
now I fly with the angels of death.
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Posted: 2006-03-03 13:15:33 UTC |
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2006-11-06 00:43:56 | User |
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