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Written by Rachelle
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Monday, 20 July 2009 |
I'm clawing at my eyes and there's blood dripping down.
I cross my fingers and hope that there's enough in which to drown.
I'm my own prey and I'm on the prowl,
once delicate features contorted in a scowl.
I'm relishing the pain and I'm craving all my fear,
my screams are so loud but no one cares to hear.
I'm crying streams of blood and I'm licking every tear,
I'm driving my way to suicide and I know how to steer.
I've crossed the bridge of insanity over the River Styx.
I get closer to my goal after I've gotten every fix.
I'm injecting poison fluid and eating acid pills,
I'm snorting white powder even knowing that it kills.
I'm living up to my old name that's shouted everyday,
these fakers that berate me I'd just wish they'd go away.
There's nothing you can do for me because you put me here,
the insults that you scream are building up more every year.
You put me behind the wheel now it's on toward suicide.
I'm tired of running away from you and there's no place I can hide.
And when they find my body floating in a tub of my own blood,
I hope they feel so much guilt that their tears come in a flood.
I guess I'll cross my fingers when I go to slit my throat,
and hope that down in Hell there's an extra spot on the ferryman's boat.
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Last Updated ( Monday, 20 July 2009 )
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