Dead me

October 31, 2013

Back three years ago in my life

It was dark as the gray skies above, can you hear the pains I've cry'ed.

Tierd of living life I have little breath inside to fight so how

about I end it here and say goodnight and close my eye's.

As I lay down in my box

all I have to say is "bye".

Now as the blanket of dirt keeps me warm , I'm ready to say my prayers

and sleep.

I wonder now that I'm not awake will people

understand why?

Will I even be remembered or thought of?

Is this what people want me gona forever?

To my god will you take this as a sin or no?

Please forgive me.

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