Consequences:

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Fpr so long I've hoped,

I've wished and I've prayed,

I've tried and I've failed,

To fulfil my dream tonight.

I've often wondered,

What the consequences might be,

If i did succeed

Would I stand here now,

Or watch over you all?

I thougth so hard,

And I wonder why,

It seems so easy,

Yet so hard.

To pull the trigger one last time,

To tske the drugs with vodka and wine,

To tie a noose tightly round that neck of mine,

So I slit my wrists and hope to die.

But soon enough I'll realise,

That it was worth it,

The pain and the agony,

The crying and the games,

But when I do,

It'll be too late.

I'll be gone in a minute,

So don't try to save me,

I've written a note,

And I've bid you goodnight,

I'll be stuck in a darkness,

where monsters haunt my dreams,

Unable to wake up.

I wonder if you'll grieve,

For the girl that you hated,

For the girl that you called a slut,

For the girl that self harmed.

I hope you'll realise,

The mistake you made,

Because this is what you get,

For making this hell.

You did this to me,

You made me give up,

But I'm thankful for that,

Why you may ask?

Because now I'm happy.

I watch my life bleed out,

And with every cut I make,

My smiles brighter than the last,

My vision blurs,

My senses fail,

This is it,

I take one last breath,

Now I'm finally happy.

Do you see what you did?

Did you see my misery?

Did you ever stop and think,

What the consequences might be?

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 08, 2015 ⏰

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