look at me...crushed
look at me..the blade of hope in my hand.
i think before acting...is that my end?
i let down the knife on my wrist dawned.
i see faces in my mind...
why is that to late to rewind...
a blood line ruisseling my arm to the floor.
what some one knock at the door!
i saw his face...broken and in tears.
he rushed to me and grab me by the rear.
i never saw him running like that day my whole life.
i culpabisie for my strife.
the day after when i open my eyes in he hospital bed,i saw him sleeping holding my hand.
i ask the nurse who this guy was...none knew...
my bros came hours later.saying the he saved my form the end.
when i tried to raised,this guy push me in the bed once again and said.
-jinny sleep, your force add to renew.
days after he was here by me...when i got out he left.
now i know who it was...the best guy a girl can know...
those image are flashing aganin in my head.
i think again how of death ,me he thieft.
Sam 6 Oct - 18:02
