Another old song, from my band; Dollkiss
I hear you screaming from the other side of the door,
You don't apologize,
just come with foolish lies
I'm close to another blackout,
drugs and alcohol don't got any doubts
And this is what I wrote,
on my suicide note:
"I'm gonna kill myself for you,
I can't wait to see what you'll do
My writing's kind of a mess,
but I know neither of us could care any less
I'm sorry about the blood stain, it wont go away,
just like the memory of me"
I knew you'd get frightened,
but I kept on writin'.
"I'm the (something)that will hunt you for life,
I'll come after you in with a knife
You can't even hide in your dreams,
we both know what that meens
I'll hunt you for eternety,
I wont ever let you be
I will put you through a hell,
But I know you wont ever tell."
I know it ain't easy to read,
but I wont give in untill you plead.
"Hurt often leads to anger,
and that, in this case leads to danger.
Fading and now disappearing,
Die'ing just because of a fling.
I just misunderstood,
if I could take it all away I would.
You hurt me and I made it all wrong,
and thats how my suicide note became a song."
Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-06-03 at 22:45
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Suicidenote
As I lay bleeding on the floor,I hear you screaming from the other side of the door,
You don't apologize,
just come with foolish lies
I'm close to another blackout,
drugs and alcohol don't got any doubts
And this is what I wrote,
on my suicide note:
"I'm gonna kill myself for you,
I can't wait to see what you'll do
My writing's kind of a mess,
but I know neither of us could care any less
I'm sorry about the blood stain, it wont go away,
just like the memory of me"
I knew you'd get frightened,
but I kept on writin'.
"I'm the (something)that will hunt you for life,
I'll come after you in with a knife
You can't even hide in your dreams,
we both know what that meens
I'll hunt you for eternety,
I wont ever let you be
I will put you through a hell,
But I know you wont ever tell."
I know it ain't easy to read,
but I wont give in untill you plead.
"Hurt often leads to anger,
and that, in this case leads to danger.
Fading and now disappearing,
Die'ing just because of a fling.
I just misunderstood,
if I could take it all away I would.
You hurt me and I made it all wrong,
and thats how my suicide note became a song."
Poetry by Polly
Read 604 times
Written on 2007-06-03 at 22:45
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