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One Last Time
I'm sick and tired of hearing its for attention.
Tonight they'll know the fate of their son.
The kid that none could love,
the gentalman that no girl wanted.
The razors edge is dull and chipped,
but sharp enough to cut my life.
One last time i pressed to my wrist,
hopeing its my last mistake.
I'm on the floor pooring out,
with the last note clutched in hand.
The note that reads my last five words,
"im sorry for the world"
Tonight they'll know the fate of their son.
The kid that none could love,
the gentalman that no girl wanted.
The razors edge is dull and chipped,
but sharp enough to cut my life.
One last time i pressed to my wrist,
hopeing its my last mistake.
I'm on the floor pooring out,
with the last note clutched in hand.
The note that reads my last five words,
"im sorry for the world"
Published 12th May 2012
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12th May 2012 7:34pm
If nobody wanted you, would everyone throw a fit everytime you get sad? People adore you..
12th May 2012 7:39pm
13th May 2012 00:06am
I always get mad when people say it's for attention. You describe suicide very...well.
13th May 2012 00:13am
ive thought about it often but its more to describe the pepole who never notice until its been done thats where most of my thought lay
13th May 2012 00:21am
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