to live inside the mind thats killing your soul,
brings remorse to the one, that left you feeling hole.
you die over and over, to hir the pain,
you search for all thats lost and put pressure on your wrist casueing the bloody rain.
sitting alone in the shadow of the tree,
you feel so close but so far away from the inner me.
i push you further and further into my twisted thoughts.
tying the rope around your neck, i watch as you beg to be released, beg for your remorse.
you call for help but i sit and smile, i watch for a while longer,
as this may take awhile.
when it is all over i shut your eyes, and remind you that i told you to keep out of my life.
i didnt want you to feel my pain, but now i cut away your rope, with my self inflicting knife.
i would of warned you sooner that i was capable to kill,
i wanted to end my own life i just wanted to feel.
but now your life is over, and i cant stand to see you hurting.
you dont have to hurt for me anymore, ive ended the pain you wernt deserving.
you said that i was never happy and my world was full of black,
but you just couldnt understand that i couldnt cut the slack.
when the rope was growing tighter, i told you a story with a twist.
the story i told was drawn on my wrist. i showed you the picture of a lonely child.
she sat there in pain waiting, wondering, deserving nothying that she would gain.
if she was to feel loved her life would be more alive, but who was there to love her,
to help her keep her strive.
when i looak at this little girl i wonder what is going on in her mind.
sometimes i just want to take her and save her from this horrible bind.
but she sits in silence and patiently waits for someone to love her someone to hold her.
someone to be true.
she is sitting there waiting for you...............