I realized once that life is a game All about setting goals and achieving some fame I couldn't figure it out, this game of life So I mournfully decided to resort to a knife Into my left shoulder, then to my right wrist A chill down my back, my breathing goes stiff I sat in total darkness watching the light As it crept closer and closer into my sight Blood was everywhere in this horrible train wreck There were even stained streaks all across my smooth neck I had mutilated myself, made sure I went through With this heavy burdon I have placed upon you I feel angry to say I left my life this way But there was no more life to which I could stay I'm trusting you to read this letter To see how sad I was, and that this way it's better You may feel you have no one When people stare and call you a whore But I promise when this is through, you might have loved me But I loved you more
I like the closing stanza. Very well timed! We seem to get a lot of cutters on here. Gives me the shivers. And that crytic, mocking title- ouch!
i can relate to that!! that was soooooooooooooooooooo good!!i am so sorry you feel that way, i deal with that feeling everyday. i guess life goes on, the only reason to live is so you dont let them win.
