I count down
The years
The months
The weeks
The days
The hours
The minuets
The seconds
To my death and I can't wait
But after the final second I regret it all
The wishing
The praying
The planing
It all because now I'm right before death
I wished I never made
The cuts
The letters
The pills
My death
Because Right there that final second I regret it all
In that last second I regret it because I've never wanted life that bad till that final second
And
I was a second late
I was a minute late
I was a hour late
A day
A week
A month
A year
I was to late to stop and think
I love life
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dear diary I want to die
Poetrythis is the second book to save me before it's to late and it doesn't matter if you haven't read the first one because this is pretty much poems and short stories and notes. and all so what is in this book means a lot to me so please don't dis me. I...
