I write to feel,
I feel to write.
Blade to my wrist,
With a messed up knife.
I live to Die,
I die to Live.
Just to feel the pain,
I have everything to give.
You think im crazy,
That may be true.
Theres nothing I haven't tried,
Or anything I won't do.
The world is messed up,
In and out.
Bush can give that a real
Big Shout.
Political Rages,
Pop star stages.
Its all the same,
A crying shame.
Thats why I hve a blade
To my wrist,
With a clinch in my fist.
Saying Goodbye!
Never having to hear
Another lie.
Alll I want to do
Is Die.
So I turn on the news
To hear one more lie,
Watching the blood flow,
WAITNG TO DIE. |
Submission Name: Wating to Die
