DarknessMature

Darkness darkness everywhere
In the ground and in the air
Maybe it's best for the darkness to take me
If only the hurt can leave me be
The wind blows my hair
I think about all who stop and stare
In school and everywhere
I pick up my knife from the stone stair
I bring it to my chest
I think bad thoughts, that's what I do best
The blade is sharp at the point
All it takes is a flick of a joint
Soon this hell will be over
Life is as delicate as a clover
The knife pierces my skin
It goes in sharper than a pin
I can feel the warm blood rush out of me
Darkness is all I see
It raps around my soul
Strange, now I feel whole
It's best for the darkness to take me
The hurt has now left me be
In the ground and in the air
Darkness darkness everywhere

The End

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