Copyright, Dustin

I sorta cut my wrist today
and tried to make it bleed
Not for you or her
But because of what I need

A release from all this pain
and the reality that it holds
I try again and again
but the light doesn’t fold

I sit and wait hoping escape
and watch as time passed by
Noone knows about how I feel
and why I want to die

I slit again, now at my throat
and bleeding mercy sits
The heep onto the merciless floor
and wait for death’s tight grip

A week has passed and now in wood
I sit in coffin’s tomb
More people here than what I’ve seen
The world I never knew

I now don’t have a chance
to take what life I gave
Now I see the people I love
But only from Hell’s gates


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