I'm tired of this, waiting and wanting to die.
Why not just kill me now? Come on, now, don't be shy.
Go ahead, pull the trigger. Shoot me. What harm could it do?
Or wrap your hands around my throat and strangle till I'm blue.
I'm sick of living here with no one to turn to.
No one to trust or talk with or vent my frustrations through.
So hurry, run the knife right through my frozen heart, or even across my throat,
And find the way to make me bleed, to make me fly. Find a way to make me float.
For too long I've been trapped here without any help from you.
So please, I'm asking for mercy on hands and knees, I need you to come through.
Can't you see how I'm dying inside? Slowly, bit by bit?
Don't you see how much pain I'm in, and how my wrists should be slit?
How hard is it to do? Just pull the trigger and set me free.
Just pull the trigger and end my pain. Please, I'm begging you, shoot me.
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