Please wake me up

I wonder what he thought when I died

I hope he blames himself
But I know it wasn't his fault

Doesn't want him to be able to let me go
I'm the one that told him to fuck off
But you don't really know that

He just agreed
Then I saw myself in the mirror
To proud
So weak

The pride along with thte his words did hurt
I'll never speak them words again
For they have hurt

The weakness keeps me low
I'm still in a dram
I'll never kill myself again if you wake me up




Poetry by Inanitas
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Written on 2006-01-08 at 14:27

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