i'm just toying with the idea of suicide here.
i often wonder what drives people so far over the edge that they take their own life... so sad.
It's the brink of death
The time to let go of regrets
Standing, staring, into the sky
Watching, waiting, for time to fly
The wandering mind, never stands still
It's like I'm diseased, sick and ill
The choice to live or die
The choice to speak truth or lie
The realization, that time is gone
No new beginning, no break of dawn
To take the leap, or take the fall
It was only ever you who knew it all
So as I make the jump tonight
Forget me not, love me still, but do not fight
Life ticks on, the world moves on,
They won't miss me.. nor will I when I'm gone.
Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-05-28 at 18:18
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i often wonder what drives people so far over the edge that they take their own life... so sad.
make the choice, make it quick.
It's the brink of death
The time to let go of regrets
Standing, staring, into the sky
Watching, waiting, for time to fly
The wandering mind, never stands still
It's like I'm diseased, sick and ill
The choice to live or die
The choice to speak truth or lie
The realization, that time is gone
No new beginning, no break of dawn
To take the leap, or take the fall
It was only ever you who knew it all
So as I make the jump tonight
Forget me not, love me still, but do not fight
Life ticks on, the world moves on,
They won't miss me.. nor will I when I'm gone.
Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
Read 606 times
Written on 2008-05-28 at 18:18
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