Thelma Rán

My Suicide

Copyright Thelma Rán

you left me with this wounds
this open wounds
and everytime i thang there healing
you come and open theme up again…

they wount never heal…
my fealings for you
wount go away

my wounds whount heal
so they cry for the grave
my soul whount heal
so she cryes for deliverance

sho i hope the death
will come to me soon
im tired of waiting
4 the death to find me

and when he has found me
and hes taking me away
i now i will suffer
but is whourt the pain

i hope you´ll be happy
i hope you´ll find peace
find peace and happyness
in my suicide…

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