Numbered are the days at hand
Til I make my final stand
No more pain or grief shall I endure
For now the anger is to surge
Just one strike of the sharpened blade
Is all it takes for the pain to end
Free from emotion, free from tears
No longer is there fear
Once invisable, now be seen
Painted am I at the scene
Outlined in red and lying still
Now they take notice, yet not knowing what to do
The signs they say, were not there
But did they look or hear, oh wait, they didn't care
Out of sight and out of mind
Would they even try to find
All I do is wish for this day
When my breath will be still and far away
I ask for nothing, but to be seen as I am
But yet this is too much to even ask
Whispers can be heard behind my back
Yet they say we are friends
I guess alone, I'm to be
So in death I shall be free
In this act, time has won
No goodbyes are to be done
Out of the darkness shall I emerge
Leaving this life to be purged
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