I don't know why I'm still here.
I cut all ties to this world the moment I
slit my wrist.
I no longer belong in the land of the
living.
Now I hear voices far away but not
far enough.
I realize that the voices belong to doctors.
They are trying to save me.
To give me a second chance at life.
I don't want another chance I just want to
disappear.
Let me go.
What do I have to do to die?
Next time I'll get a DNR.
Maybe then they wont care.
Leave me here to die in peace.
Do not operate.
I want to die.
So leave me be.
 KariH8sEvry1 · Fri Apr 29, 2005 @ 07:28pm · 0 Comments |
