Why do I cry
For such a thing
Can't I just die
And let it all end

Roses red
Are for them
Only ones dead
Bless my presence

No sweet smell
Brightens my life
No one I tell
Of the urge inside

How often I run
Escape from things
Maybe its time I be done
Run one last time

Everything that may be
Bright and happy here
Don't mean shit to me
They aren't what I need

Save your knowing word
For a person in need
In case you haven't heard
My life doesn't matter

Some may disagree
And have good reason
But they are not me
And I am glad
Because then they
Would be the ones
On this day
An emotional Dyers Eve

10/10/2001

Posted on 10/10/2001
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