Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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  Look into my life and see all of my pain.

  Clouds cover my soul and continue to dump rain.

  Rain comes pouring down, and drowns me in my hurt.

  I pound my silk-lined box, as they cover it in dirt.

  Death appears a pleasure, a way of leaving here.

  Please don't cry for me, don't wipe away my tear.

  For in my silken box, peace I will finally find.

  An enternity of stillness, a solace for my mind.

  My life was not worth living, you are not to blame.

  Please forgive my heartache, In your heart, I'll always be the same.

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  What good is wishing when you have nothing to wish for?

  What good is wishing when you don't want to live anymore?

  What good is wishing when all you want to do is end your life?

  What good is wishing when you want to stab yourself with a knife?

  What good is wishing when no one cares?

  What good is wishing when your heart tears?

  What good is wishing when no one loves you?

  What good is wishing when no one cares what you do?

  What good is wishing once you are dead?

  What good is wishing when all you see is red?

  What good is wishing when you want to die?

  It is no good, so I say Good-Bye!

  

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