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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Death >> ID #1115684  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
In The End
At that moment suicide was the best solution. If only it could be taken back.
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Through the depths of depression
with blood shot eyes,
taken all the pills
to make the day go by.

No happiness or laughter lie here
in the depth of me,
nothing but a black soul
lies within.

The nights are so long
Sleep is an unknown thing.
Sitting on the floor
I watch the blood run.

Scared by what morning will bring
I cry all night long.
I feel myself start to fall asleep
I know soon I will be gone.

They'll find me in the morning
and wont understand why.
They thought everything was good
But they only saw my outside.

They're planning the day
when they'll lay me in the ground,
nothing will be the same
as if I were around.

I regret the things that I've done,
now that it cant be taken back
If I were there
I know now I could fix it all.

It's unforgivable,
When its through.
I know that where I was
wasn’t suppose to be the end.
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