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Without A Trace
The thoughts racing through my head
Telling me what needs to be done
Listen to every word that's said
Silently laughing as I load my gun
And I know it's finally time
This confusion no longer can i take
If suicide is my life's crime
Then I confess my love my mistake
Slowly as my dreams all faded
And I relive every memory
Above me this dark cloud shaded
Crying rain my eternal misery
And only better days lie ahead
How could they be any worse
Twisted fantasies of me now dead
Anything to escape this blackened curse
This life I live all complicated
And the secrets in my mind
The games being played I hate it
The answers soon you'll find
In my heart numbness I feel
As I analyze these choices
If I was dead would it be real
Or just more haunting voices
Telling me I shouldn't live
That I'm a waste of time and space
The life I lived I cannot forgive
as I disappear without a trace
Telling me what needs to be done
Listen to every word that's said
Silently laughing as I load my gun
And I know it's finally time
This confusion no longer can i take
If suicide is my life's crime
Then I confess my love my mistake
Slowly as my dreams all faded
And I relive every memory
Above me this dark cloud shaded
Crying rain my eternal misery
And only better days lie ahead
How could they be any worse
Twisted fantasies of me now dead
Anything to escape this blackened curse
This life I live all complicated
And the secrets in my mind
The games being played I hate it
The answers soon you'll find
In my heart numbness I feel
As I analyze these choices
If I was dead would it be real
Or just more haunting voices
Telling me I shouldn't live
That I'm a waste of time and space
The life I lived I cannot forgive
as I disappear without a trace
Published 9th Feb 2024
| Edited 11th Feb 2024
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9th Feb 2024 8:30am
9th Feb 2024 10:00am
The beauty of life is we can use our past or current situations in life to make our life better..to grow and to fuel our creativity..we get to have an amazing journey and I think we learn to appreciate things we have more..and not be consumed with the things we dont..thank you for the comment
