There are Times...
There are times
when i lay down at night,
staring at the ceiling,
i wonder what it is to die.
To just lay there
and take my last breath,
to let go of all the pain
thats building in my chest.
To step of the edge,
to fly through the sky;
that one moment of bliss,
that one final cry.
To close my eyes
and never awake,
to stay in my dreams,
to go for my own sake.
There are times
i stand there with my friends,
and wonder who will be there
when i finally meet my end.
When i slit my wrists
and whistle a tune,
taking one final walk
with the big, shining moon.
When i play with fire,
and "accidently" drop the match,
and my wood floor is the only one
willing to play catch.
When i run into that guy,
and he pulls a knife,
and i laugh at his thoughts,
that i'd fight for my life.
There are times i look at them,
and feel shame inside,
because i know that they're the reason,
i dont ever want to die...
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