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Pain of the world
becomes pain of the soul.
I ask my friends for help
but "that is not their role."
I try to find a way
to make this torture end,
by lieing "i'm OK!"
though I know its all pretend.
Bleeding on the inside,
I try to let it out
but my words make no sounds
even when I scream and shout.
A prisioner in my body.
A life truely lived in chains.
With only one way to escape
my earthly troubles and pains.
Now it is all over,
I am lying on the floor.
A gun in my hand and a bullet in my head,
better not open the door.
- by G R i M R A P 3 R |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/09/2008 |
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- Title: Suicide
- Artist: G R i M R A P 3 R
- Description: ...The title tells it all
- Date: 12/09/2008
- Tags: suicide
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Comments (3 Comments)
- ii_Cookii-Monsterr - 12/09/2008
- nice dude nice 5/5
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- XxX_rAwR dOgGeH_XxX - 12/09/2008
- wow...5/5
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- Grigori Federov - 12/09/2008
- Sounds like you'll regret it to be honest.
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