Hole In Your Chest 3-13-11

The words that sting. Bring them to heart.
Allow them to tear your heart apart
Until your soul loses it's start.
The truth hurts
Six feet into the dirt.
Is your future along with the rest.
Consumed by the hole in your chest.
Life is no test, let yours end.
Let the sadness mend,
before madness bends to let despair begin.
I say take this life, with the soothing knife.
Which shall end it all, your life so small.
Insignificant,
your impact desolate.
Your hate for yourself should decide your fate.
Why continue as such a disgrace.
To you and all surrounding. Crowding to see you end it now.