To Die is a Blessing

before you say a word i would like to ask you “kill me i would like to die”
stories you say that you are proud to tell me of i only wish it was all a lie

i want you to know each time you speak i remember your memories and the ones you had shared them with
and the things i hate so much but you once did

so many times you have fallen into a trap
i only wish for once in your life “can you listen to me, shut your mouth and stop

i once remembered you’ll leave me coz you’re out to spend time with them
while here i am sleeping, thinking, and waiting again

while you are always out spending plenty of time and having fun
here i am collecting dust and hiding from the sun

i only wish a man like me could easily cry
but i would rather let you take a knife and kill me coz its a blessing to die

than hear the words that causes my heart to bleed and my brain to shuffle
remembering the names i do not want to recall

seeing your eager eyes wanting to tell
about the names i do not even want to spell

i am all in pain
is this what you mean to love in vain?




Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006