Miserable Slumber

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January 2007

Sick of the pain, sick of the sorrow

Tired of living, there is no such thing as tomorrow

Addicted to the misery, the pain in my head

If I don't stop the damage, I will end up dead



I cant seem to go one day without that red release

Just sit back and let all the former feelings cease

Carve into me my own hate

I wont see another year if I stay in this state (of mind)



At night I cant sleep, my nightmares chase away my peaceful slumber

So I turn to the only thing that is always there

My best friend, the knife

Contemplating suicide, I just went to end this life

No matter what I do, nothing turns out right



Look into my hollow eyes, you will see nothing is there

Except for the emptiness, mistaken as air

Every moment gets harder, my breathing weakens and everything blurs

Scared of what is going on, what is happening to me, I wish there was a cure



Confusion in my mind as I lay there lifeless

Unable to feel, unable to move, scared that I could die

I close my eyes and fall into what is hopefully only sleep

Wondering what would happen if in the mourning I didnt wake

Would a soul care,

would anyone be there

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