Why does the word suicide seem to scare so much?
I look at images, memories, souvenirs,
And my heart hurt me so much!
I was so young, when I read this telegram,
“Call it is about your daddy…”
And I knew what I will be told,
Too late.
I miss your last blessings!
I am so sorry, to hurt you,
And hurting me so much!
I wish you for those silence words,
And they is no turning back,
Someday, I broke inside,
When it came to you!
There is nothing I would do to talk to you now,
To know the true…
And I hurt myself alone and with you…
And I keep watching the same video,
To forget, to bless you,
For everything’s I never was able to say,
I miss you your eyes,
I miss your arms,
And you telling me,
You truly loved me!
I still don’t believe it,
Look at me, what you have left me!
So it shall be,
36 the number of my death!
Someday, I wish I could described those,
But you would tell me I was wrong?
When I hanged?
So be it!
I shall be the little prince,
Walking upon this earth,
I never really love or wanted,
I plan my end,
So,
So, so,
So so,
SOS….
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2007-01-06 @ 01:36