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My Dying Wish

by Tragic_Oneliner 0 reviews

Suicide. Selfish and consuming. I fell in love with the thought of it.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst - Published: 2010-03-02 - Updated: 2010-03-03 - 135 words

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's always doubt,

This thing I 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

A/N: No comment, just go on.
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