The knife. It’s so away from here.
My bed feels so comfortable tonight.
Should I stay here laying and wait until God’s law come out?
Should I do it by myself?
Oh mother, don’t think I’m selfish. I just can’t deal with it anymore.
It hurts me inside. It kills me slowly.
It’s taking me anyway, but it will last until I have no more strengths and I can’t handle it for too long.
I’m unable so I’ll stop it before it stops me.
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