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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1699354
A teenage girl's lament towards life
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Soft-spoken, heartbroken, torn up inside
Empty from the dreaded pain parasite
I wonder if I will ever be alright
Drowning in my flood of misery
My eyes are sewn shut, I just cannot see
My soul is on fire, my heart painted black
Must be time to have one more panic attack
The world is screwed up, the world is so fake
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take
It isn't on purpose, I'm not the one to blame
I can honestly say I'll never be the same
In my sorrow and rage I wrap my hand in a fist
And plunge my broken record into my scarred wrist
Taking a walk with death, holding his ice cold hand
On our way to the city of the damned

Nothing to say, nothing to do
How can I stay alive if I am not with you
Try to look at the bright side, but it's all a blur
Not sure how much more of this I can endure
Would it be better for you if I was dead
Maybe a bullet in the side of my head
Would you be happy if I was to disappear
Be out of your life, not be anywhere near
The light in my eyes is starting to fade
In the night to my life a goodbye I bade
Against all my sorrow I fight to the end
But I don't know how much more of me I'll defend
Before my final breath my heart will pound in fright
As I drift from my body and see myself turn white
If I do die tonight, will my spirit be free
Or be trapped on this earth for the whole world to see

Nobody to trust, nobody to love
I stare with teared eyes to the sky up above
Lonely and lost I drift along
With a once-loving heart now not so strong
My mind's full of pain, my heart's full of sorrow
I can't say if I'll be here tomorrow
I don't know how in the hell I got lost
How much would a bottle of arsenic cost
No point in trying, I've lost all hope
Let me borrow a nice strong piece of rope
Dancing on a field of broken glass
I flap my frail wings of sorrow and wax
With my cut up legs and my bruised up arms
I rely on my own self to protect me from harm
So many different ways for me to die
The real question is, which one should I try

Nothing to hear, nothing to say
No point in me living, I'm just in the way
I sit in a dark room and flirt with death
While taking what may be my very last breath
Watching the flames dancing around
I feel like the ashes falling to the ground
Alone through my life, I can die alone too
I just want to know if it matters to you
A new plan of action, though not the best kind
I know just one thing, it won't clear from my mind
I've got nothing left, nothing left to show
You think I should try, but what do you know
All my hope is lost, all my dreams are gone
I won't be here tomorrow in the early dawn
There is only one thing left to tell you, my friend
I'm sorry to leave you, but this is the end
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