As I lay dying, My soul of black
Bleeding crimsoned blood of pain
Tearing my life apart, these meds
Pushing everyone away, my addiction
Screaming as the drugs take over
Feeling them, making the pain go
Nothing but happiness now remains
Looks of shame to me, yet I laugh
Whispers of disapproval seep into me
Why should I care, it's my life
This will lead to other things
They taunt me with it.
That empty pill bottle, with my name
As I feel no pain, I again cut
One, Two, Three, HAHAHAHAHAHA
It bleeds, darkness and then...
Comes the overwhelming sadness
Telling people not to love me
Begging them to leave
Screaming, Fits of rage enter me
Taking over my drugged state
Passing out again and again
To take more yet the next day
And now this last time...
A full bottle, I couldn't stop
Myself, laying here, paralyzed
Feeling my breathing coming rapid
My heart racing, then finally giving in
Fading into the blackness of death
2007-12-15
09:37:18
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BTW... Incase the guy who said I listen to Evanescence, I don't... thank you... this is what I feel, and I'm sorry that you think it is inspired from someone else, I accept your input though.
2007-12-15
13:08:49 ·
update #1