I`m on the edge.
My soul is dry like bread.
There`s no turning back.
When your almost dead.
Shiny sparkle of this metal is burning thru my eyes.
I can`t take this any longer,all these lies.
I`ll get rid of them when I die.
That`s when I flirt with dead,
plan my suicide.
Drink more liquir to kill the pain.
Take more drugs to stupify my brain.
All these black holes will be filled.
All my memories will be killed.
But still I hope my angels will save the day.
They come to rescue me.
They`ll take me away.
They`ll cut me out of my miserie.
They`ll fill my head with happy thouhgts.
They`ll kill the pain without the drugs.
They`ll hold me back from my flirt.
They`ll dust away the dirt.
~Ellen,15 jaar~