Please talk to me after you read…..I need…idk..
Tonight is the night
Through my hate and demise.
I sit, waiting in fright.
In darkness blinded by my own surprise.
Weeping for hours.
And screaming in tears.
Walking through towers and showers ,
Through my own bloody tears.
What is the sound I hear in my mind.
Ofcourse it’s the sound I know all to well…laughing and jeers
To some,it would be of some wicked crime
I grabbed my military issued knife and tied a gag
As I slowly but surely cut my wrists
Watching slowly as the blood drips in a bag..
Wishing more hate apon my soul in anger I clinch my fist
I say to myself tonight shall soon end
As I write on a paper to my closest peers.
I say to them I did not die in some suicidal trend
But dare I say tonight is the night that shall end In my own bloody tears