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Author: Freaked
Fiction Rated: T - English - Horror/Tragedy - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-23-06 - Updated: 07-23-06 - id:2216886

Suicide

By: Freaked

I’m afraid it’s a little harder to hear me,

With my head underwater

So if you’d lift your hand,

And let go of my hair,

I could tell you-

--

I despise you sometimes.

You bring me down

You stomp on my dreams

You mangle my lullaby

--

I just wanted to sing, like I once had long ago

But you slit my throat, you told me no

I’m not afraid of you, only what you’ve become

A demon, a monster, you scare everyone

--

I’m shaking, shivering, trembling where I stand

I’m terrified you’ll find me, take me by the hand

Lead me past my final days

Into tomorrow last destruction

I’m crying now, begging, pleading

God, let me go

I don’t believe in heaven

But I have seen hell

I’ve felt fire on my soul

Eternal bleeding of the pores

--

Let me go

Let me go

Let me be who I needed to be

Let me breath

Let me fly

Let me run from everything

Let me go

Let me go

Let me run from here!

--

Oh god, oh god, just let me die

I’ve slit my wrists,

I’m bleeding on the floor

My body’s saying what I cannot,

--

I’ve tied this noose, I’ve tied it tight

I’ve bound the knots, I’ve done it right

I’m standing on a broken chair,

Balanced on two legs

Ready to tip over

To die above the floor

--

There’s a gun in my hand,

A barrel in my mouth

There’s lead on my mind

I’m ready to find out

I’ll find the secrets of afterlife

I’ll stumble over tombs

I’ll pull this trigger

I’ll do it soon,

--

There’s liquid in my bottle

It sparkles in my hand,

There’s a tube to my lips

Ready to tip

I’m thirsty now

More than I’ve ever been before

I’m prepared to swallow

I’m going to die

--

I’m smiling now,

Lying on the floor

My tummy’s full

I’ve eaten every last pill

I’m heavy, I’m floating

Hovering above it all

I’m waving goodbye to it all

I’m saying goodbye to it all

--

I’m dying now

I’m flying away

Then suddenly, I’m awake

The noose at my feet

A gun on the floor

Liquid on my drawer

Blood on my sheets,

Pills on my pillow

What have I done?

What have I done?

I’m alive, I’m alive

There are knocks at my door

I’m alive, I’m alive

And I’m breathing once more.


Uh... I felt dramatic. That's all.


© Copyright 2006 Freaked (FictionPress ID:401692).


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