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| 30 4/18/01 My Two Little Friends Do not be surprised by the words I say, Just warning about things to be This is no joke, This is not serious, Just an image of what could happen But probably won�t. With blades in hand, With one quick movement, I drop the blades, And look down at my blood hands The pain I now feel, Isn�t from my physical wounds, This hasn�t help, Only shortened my pain My only relief, Is it will be over soon, Looking back at my life, Nothing�s there to miss Feeling weak, I drop to my knees, Taking one last look at the sun, Closing my eyes, And fall asleep, Things could have, Should have, Been better for me, But instead of solving my problems, I screwed them all away This won�t happen as long as I keep sane, Which I can�t be so sure about anymore As I stare at my two little friends, Realizing how stupid it would be, And how much quicker it would be, To end it all by slitting my throat. It sucks being depressed, Specially when you don�t know why. |