BlOoDy DeAtH rOoM

It’s about someone dying in a bathroom. It’s like me and how much I ache for death and weep for someone special…
I’m screaming in pain-
crying out tears of blood.
I lay still and so silent-
Slits in my writs with the blade laying right there next to me.

No one saw, No one ever knew this was me.
I was always hidden behind a stranger.
This stranger in a black uniform, forever.
We know you don’t have to care.

I’m lying their, dead for you-

In the bathroom.
the tub is soaked with my red blood, paralyzed.
now I’m dead, no more worries, no, don’t even worry.
I picked up that knife now you go and do the same.

By marina cron
Published: 12/20/2006
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