His Pain

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Poppies and flowers, roses and pens

You don't know the pain that I'm in

Slowly dieing, wanting and end

To my bad habits, I need to tend

There is no God, no help  for me

Nobody cares, can't you see?

So I'll bend down on one knee

And lock my heart without the key

Slowly I die all alone

I've slit my wrists to the bone

Don't worry when I don't pick up the phone

I'm the most twisted person you've ever known

I hope you know, I will never cry

I simply just want to die

Don't be surprised, don't ask why

When I drop the razor with a good bye


I was inspired by a friend to write this one. I hope he knows I'm here for him anytime!


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