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My Dying Wish
0 reviewsSuicide. Selfish and consuming. I fell in love with the thought of it.
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My Dying Wish
When I sleep, I dream of love,
But love is killing me,
I hide things underneath this glove,
No one will ever get to see,
But better than love, by far, is dying,
These knives caress my fragile arm,
Better blood than tears; I'm done...I'm finished trying,
I trust no one but myself to keep me safe from harm,
I wake from dreams that leave me screaming,
That shake me from the inside out,
The tears pour out, always screaming,
I trust no one...it's always doubt,
This thing I do...it burns and stings,
But the pain is so much better than this state of mind,
And if I die, I'll get my wings,
I'll get to leave all this pain behind
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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When I sleep, I dream of love,
But love is killing me,
I hide things underneath this glove,
No one will ever get to see,
But better than love, by far, is dying,
These knives caress my fragile arm,
Better blood than tears; I'm done...I'm finished trying,
I trust no one but myself to keep me safe from harm,
I wake from dreams that leave me screaming,
That shake me from the inside out,
The tears pour out, always screaming,
I trust no one...it's always doubt,
This thing I do...it burns and stings,
But the pain is so much better than this state of mind,
And if I die, I'll get my wings,
I'll get to leave all this pain behind
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
A/N: No comment, just go on.
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