Take center stage
in this play called life.
where the script is
lost to you
The main act
is your self destruction.
For all the world to see
Your dagger held close
scars spanning every inch of skin.
Should I end it? Should I stay?
The ****** of this life's play
Bring it down to your wrist
the pulse rising as your delima grows
the world holds its breath
everything slows down
The turning point
throw down the dagger
it clanks to the wooden floor
Stand on this stage
look life in the eye
I quit it with the suicidal recital
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Take center stage
in this play called life.
where the script is
lost to you
The main act
is your self destruction.
For all the world to see
Your dagger held close
scars spanning every inch of skin.
Should I end it? Should I stay?
The ****** of this life's play
Bring it down to your wrist
the pulse rising as your delima grows
the world holds its breath
everything slows down
The turning point
throw down the dagger
it clanks to the wooden floor
Stand on this stage
look life in the eye
I quit it with the suicidal recital
I got the name of this poem AND the Last Line
from the song GET WELL by Icon for Hire
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