Crying
The tears fall fast and silent on my face.
Oh how I wish for someones comforting embrace.
I just want to be free & fly.
They tell me to do so, I must die.
I slowly look up at the gleaming knife.
You can do it, they encourage me, You can take your life.
I plunge the knife deep into my vein.
But I'm far too gone to feel any pain.
But suddenly i realized my life was great.
But by then it was far far too late, for I had reached my eternal fate.
Is that me, I see down there in that pool of blood?
I float higher and higher, and my silent tears starts a flood.
I look down to say my final good-bye,
Just then my mother comes in, and i begin to cry.
Wait! This isn't what I asked for!
I just wanted to finally feel something more.
The voices start making their mocking laughter,
For they finally got their happily ever after.
I realize now, that this is some sick con.
But sadly, I am far too gone.
As I hit my finally stage of eternal sleep,
My mother begins to softly weep.
Goodbye, my sweet beautiful mother.
Someday, I know you'll love another.
Goodbye, my sweet family & friends.
I love you all, and I know we will meet again.
Oh how I wish this was all pretend,
Sadly, I have reached my doomed end.
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