Knifes

Slitting wrists, sadness and death…
The knife goes in, the blood comes out,
the pain is there with out a doubt.

The pain is for now, the pain is forever,
it won't go away, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER.

My arm is red, my arm is sore,
the pain has penetrated right to the core.

The world is black, the world is dark,
i have given my self a deadly mark.

I'm suicidal, I want to die,
if I say I’m happy its a downright lie

Death is great, death is good,
I’d die if I wanted, I’d die if I could.

I’ll see you in hell,
I know you'll never tell

By catherine calder
Published: 11/4/2005
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