03/10/2012

MY LAST RESORT

Pushed down.
Held down.
Struggling.
To no avail.
Suffocating.
Choking.
Fighting to live.
To no avail.
I want to die.
I want all this to end.
I want to be free.
By any means.
I will make my last stand.
It's hopeless.
I have only a last resort.
Time to go.
Turn out the light and just leave.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(03/10/2012)

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