Forever Eternity
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TITLE: My heart is dying...
I'm losing grip of reality,
I am losing grip of my life,
I'm sitting here thinking of death,
waving around a kitchen knife.
The blade so pointed, it's sharp,
It cuts from just my stare,
I want to feel a different pain and take away the hurt I cannot bear.
My family now hate me
they have no respect for my man,
one day I hope that I can wake up and find myself,
In another person,
another land.
Walk myself in they're shoes for a day
to take away my stress,
I could do anything in their shoes,
I couldn't care less!
But to live the rest of my life without a family by my side,
It's like me dying; inside and outside,
Me giving up hope.
What do I do now,
Do I point that knife into my skin,
No I say,
Put the knife down and leave!
I don't want to commit suicide, sometimes I just let my heart do the talking when i write poetry and these are the words that are spoken.. But not to worry, I don't want to commit suicide!
I'm losing grip of reality,
I am losing grip of my life,
I'm sitting here thinking of death,
waving around a kitchen knife.
The blade so pointed, it's sharp,
It cuts from just my stare,
I want to feel a different pain and take away the hurt I cannot bear.
My family now hate me
they have no respect for my man,
one day I hope that I can wake up and find myself,
In another person,
another land.
Walk myself in they're shoes for a day
to take away my stress,
I could do anything in their shoes,
I couldn't care less!
But to live the rest of my life without a family by my side,
It's like me dying; inside and outside,
Me giving up hope.
What do I do now,
Do I point that knife into my skin,
No I say,
Put the knife down and leave!
I don't want to commit suicide, sometimes I just let my heart do the talking when i write poetry and these are the words that are spoken.. But not to worry, I don't want to commit suicide!