Friday, August 13, 2004

i feel pain, i feel hurt,
my heart's ready to burst;
no one care what i felt,
even if i shout help;

i drain my sorrow with drinks,
to get my mind off of things;
but i can't and i won't,
slash myself, hear me groan;

the blood ooze out of me,
like a rush of adrenaline;
i'm messed up, can't think straight,
is this really my fate?

one last cut, to the throat,
as i slid, i felt bold;
on the floor, where i drop,
goodbye world, thanks a lot...

~Suicidal Idiot~


*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*