seven days straight on the *****
in drunken stupor your mind you loose
demons and devils fill your head
wanting only to be dead
with knife in hand you start to cut
burning your skin with a cigarette ****
consumed by morbid thoughts of death
you long to breathe your last breath
confined in your mind
your words are bitter and unkind
i beg
i cry
love is not enough to make you stop
there is nothing I can do
i cannot watch
i walk away
thank god that was yesterday
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
seven days straight on the *****
in drunken stupor your mind you loose
demons and devils fill your head
wanting only to be dead
with knife in hand you start to cut
burning your skin with a cigarette ****
consumed by morbid thoughts of death
you long to breathe your last breath
confined in your mind
your words are bitter and unkind
i beg
i cry
love is not enough to make you stop
there is nothing I can do
i cannot watch
i walk away
thank god that was yesterday
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