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Suicide
Laying in my bed.
Wishing i was dead.
This pain i have is unbearable,
It seems to be uncurable.
I don't fit in with my peers.
Someone relieve my eyes from my tears.
I think i found the cure.
When i'm done everything will be so pure.
I take my blade and everythng begins to fade.
Looking at the pain escape my vein.
Slowly drifting into paradise,
I've succeeded my plan to my own demise.
Wishing i was dead.
This pain i have is unbearable,
It seems to be uncurable.
I don't fit in with my peers.
Someone relieve my eyes from my tears.
I think i found the cure.
When i'm done everything will be so pure.
I take my blade and everythng begins to fade.
Looking at the pain escape my vein.
Slowly drifting into paradise,
I've succeeded my plan to my own demise.
Published 5th Apr 2012
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