E. Martin

This Suicide

Copyright, E. Martin

The Anger Builds
I’m goin’ insane
The sorrow fills
I cut again
I love the blood
I love the pain
I hate the guilt
Flooding my brain
I want to hurt
I want to kill
I slit my wrists
And feel the thrill
I sit and laugh
And watch me bleed
This suicide
Has filled my need
But much too late
My time is gone
Because of what
I’ve undergone
I hear about
The blood he spilled
I look at the parts
Of me they’ve killed
But now I’m dead
Just watch him cry
Kinda wish
I didn’t die
But it’s too late
I breathed my last
No more hell
My time has passed

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