I always thought that I was fine
I thought I'd never cross the line
I knew that all would be well
That was until I fell under his spell
I knew he had a heart of gold
But he never know I was oh so cold
I always sat and thought of the knife
The one I'd use to end my life
So I wouldn't hurt and cry
It'd just be easier for me to die
To me it all feels the same
My demons will never be tame
So I set here and cry
I'm ok my biggest lie
And get my little knife
Cutting deep to end my life
I feel my tears pouring down
I've already hit the ground
So with my head held high
I wish to tell you all goodbye
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The Unexpected
RandomThis is a collection of random out bust and just how I feel or what's going on in my mind. some may be cheery but most will be sad