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May 2010
Memories, darkness, unforgettable pain
My weariness is your sickening gain
Falling into your stupid, mind-boggling game
Each and every time, it's always the same.

This trickery has led me straight into a deep black hole
They call it depression, I say it's my soul
Sit, cry, review my sorrow
Hoping and wishing I see no tomorrow

These scars I have thrashed so deep in my wrists
Are all my crushed dreams will consist of
When you abandoned me, terrified, alone
I accepted hell was my only home

Getting used to the hurt, entering day in and day out
Now that my mind has freed itself, nothing else to think about
To call this suicide, would simply be a crime
This reoccuring process, is what has caused me to die

As i pick up the barrel, this seems like my only escape
Finger hesitates on the trigger, eager to enter my only fate
Sweat gushes out, and tears pour out of my eyes
At innocent gunpoint, because of your lies

This room's getting darker, spinning as my vision blurs
She fires a bullet, his selfishness was what murdered her
As she lay deceased, sprawled out in her ****** blood
Tears and fear dismiss her body, her hope begins to flood

Free from the sopping red river, she is away from all anguish
How she begs god to forgive her, this was her only wish
As god began to speak, in her life, he took control
He did what he thought was right, before the devil plunged her soul

When her family arrives, to her flesh on the floor
The scene will leave them confused and soar
All she would say, is the pain had led her to a style of strife
She took the one exit that would exempt her from her life
Inspired By Backwoods...
Written by
Lindsey McCarty
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   Kasaundra Watta
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