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Wanting feelings of warmth, but only ice instead Done with the sorrow, I just want to be dead Serious voices of suicide are singing through my head Should I swing from a tree, in childhood they constantly saved me Snuggly wrapped up in their limbs, a million books I'd read Years were spent up above reality, the safest spot to be Should I slice my wrist my throat, with my favorite knife Many times I've felt it's bite, the lines on my body it's made rife The smell of iron will be strong as red becomes black, an end of life Should I drown, heavy blocks tied with the strongest rope Water filled lungs, fish nibbling on my corpse when it bloats Flower in an underwater garden, not sprawled in a dead man's float Should I take a gun, get a good taste of cold hard steel Shattering my cranium, my brains it will no longer conceal Ending it all in the deep dark woods, has a strange appeal Should I take some pills, lie upon the side of a mossy hill Watching the birds in flight, till I feel deaths darkened chill Suicide seems the only way out, stuck in my head, mentally ill To my knees I drop This rain never stops Watching lightning from my rooftop Wish I wasn't this way Wish I had bright days Wish in the sun I could play Guess I'll see what comes my way Guess I'll see how my life will sway Guess I'll give this life one more day But just in case I decide to jump instead of slide Please believe me, I really tried ©Pauline Russell
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
Wish it Wasn't This Way
Wanting feelings of warmth, but only ice instead Done with the sorrow, I just want to be dead Serious voices of suicide are singing through my head Should I swing from a tree, in childhood they constantly saved me Snuggly wrapped up in their limbs, a million books I'd read Years were spent up above reality, the safest spot to be Should I slice my wrist my throat, with my favorite knife Many times I've felt it's bite, the lines on my body it's made rife The smell of iron will be strong as red becomes black, an end of life Should I drown, heavy blocks tied with the strongest rope Water filled lungs, fish nibbling on my corpse when it bloats Flower in an underwater garden, not sprawled in a dead man's float Should I take a gun, get a good taste of cold hard steel Shattering my cranium, my brains it will no longer conceal Ending it all in the deep dark woods, has a strange appeal Should I take some pills, lie upon the side of a mossy hill Watching the birds in flight, till I feel deaths darkened chill Suicide seems the only way out, stuck in my head, mentally ill To my knees I drop This rain never stops Watching lightning from my rooftop Wish I wasn't this way Wish I had bright days Wish in the sun I could play Guess I'll see what comes my way Guess I'll see how my life will sway Guess I'll give this life one more day But just in case I decide to jump instead of slide Please believe me, I really tried ©Pauline Russell
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
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