Just how much would it hurt
To feel getting burnt?
Just how much would I jump
Before I went numb?
Every day, every day
I wait and I wait.
But the urge, the urge
It grows. It grows.
I want to jump
Feel it all go black
I want to burn
With no going back
Painfully waiting, painfully waiting
I want to end it now.
Burning burning, until nothing's left
Make it end as my vow
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Life's Memorabilia
PoetryIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
