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Memories of a Suicidal
Iron beams stand tall and many
Supporting my dreams and hopes
Support cannot help me now
From those who chase with ropes
My dreams and hopes come crashing down
Iron beams just couldn't hold
Lifelong struggle, endless misery
Watching summer turn winter cold
I understand now, but not before
The actions of my deeds
Forgiving does not come easily
From those who make you bleed
Now I sit, and pass the time
Wishing I was dead
Pick up the gun and pray to God
Final thoughts run through my head
ok. just promise me u won't follow this, cuz the world can't afford to lose such an awesome songwriter. sick poem, tho...
luv
Marina