Copyright Phoenix

This was my life. i took it with a knife. i cut so deeply, hopeless…
It seems tragic but it works like magic. My blood pours i cut my wrists the blood flows through my fists. It pours out Drip, drip, drip
It spills on the floor. i wish to die on this truth i cannot lie.
Even though i want to die don’t take it like i lie. It seems like the best choice this pain & suffering i can no longer take i am going down down like the snake.
My heart begins to beat slow for my blood has been lost from my soul.
My lips are blue i have to run form view.
Please just let me be i don’t have anything anymore my soul just wants to soar. Why does life seem like such a chore?


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