head rush, same old friend
waiting here, have another
time passes, and another one is done
after another, time is slow
too slow for me to be here
theyll kill me, i know. so ive heard
thats the point, lifelong suicide
poison in my veins, always been there
now its there for good. my hands
are cold. shaking, but i still need one more
just one. okay two. two more and im done for the night.
no longer need it. but i still do.
it haunts my thoughts, again.
through a haze, my thoughts clear up.
its upon me now, the damage is done
why am i doing this to myself?
because i can.
Created: Jan 08, 2012dohertyd14 Document Media