The stab of a knife
Is it the end of my life?
A gush of bright red
As I lay on the bed
My life is ending
I'm tired of pretending
I'm slowly dying
And so tired of trying
Maybe it's better
That I didn't write a letter
Slowly drifting away
There is no other way
I'm so sorry if I made you sad
Or maybe you got quite mad
When you saw me smile
Bet you thought I hadn't cried in a while
Is this action suprising?
Or maybe bad timing?
Well I'm sorry
Im oh so sorry...
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RandomRead this at your own risk. it's a rant book, and a sad one at that. Hope you like to know all my feelings and hate to other people... Have fun I guess.
