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Failed To Keep My Promise...
It’s so hard to keep a promise,
So hard that temptation mocks me.
I know that I’m not strong enough to resist,
But I will try to, even though my soul insists.
I thought that I would make it through,
But now I know that, that will never be true.
You told me sorry for an unknown reason,
I knew what you did and it stuck to my mind without treason.
You then later confirmed my thoughts,
Then all that came to my mind were the bloody dots.
I thought that if you weren’t strong enough,
Then how could I be with so much stuff…
As I sit there on my bed,
With a millions thoughts going through my head….
I look at the drawer next to me,
And think that whatever happens next, I should just let it be.
As I stretch my arm out and open the drawer,
I see it there motionless and without care.
I pick it up and embrace its cold steel,
As I love the thought of how it will feel.
I put it to my arm and slowly pass it through,
Feeling relief and satisfaction as I always do.
I keep on deeper and deeper,
Until I’ve done enough.
Then I start to cry,
As I know this will be my last goodbye….
So hard that temptation mocks me.
I know that I’m not strong enough to resist,
But I will try to, even though my soul insists.
I thought that I would make it through,
But now I know that, that will never be true.
You told me sorry for an unknown reason,
I knew what you did and it stuck to my mind without treason.
You then later confirmed my thoughts,
Then all that came to my mind were the bloody dots.
I thought that if you weren’t strong enough,
Then how could I be with so much stuff…
As I sit there on my bed,
With a millions thoughts going through my head….
I look at the drawer next to me,
And think that whatever happens next, I should just let it be.
As I stretch my arm out and open the drawer,
I see it there motionless and without care.
I pick it up and embrace its cold steel,
As I love the thought of how it will feel.
I put it to my arm and slowly pass it through,
Feeling relief and satisfaction as I always do.
I keep on deeper and deeper,
Until I’ve done enough.
Then I start to cry,
As I know this will be my last goodbye….
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