As I sit on my bed,
I feel the poison running to my head.
I know that what I did was wrong,
but my time will come before long.
I will leave behind my dreadful past,
and I hope my pain and missery will last.
I wish for the worst everyday,
while on my bed I lay.
I feel that everything I had,
I lost when I was sad.
All the friends that cared,
and all the love they shared,
I wouldnt dare compare.
And all the memories Im recieving,
why am I still believing?
The poison has worked and my last breath is my life long dream,
And before I died the last thing I managed to get out was a nice long scream. |
