Her Date With Death

by Jesyka Vendetta   Jan 24, 2008


I hear the whispered words
All the things she could never say
I know how she felt of the world
I just wish she would've stayed
But now she's gone
She could no longer take the pain
How every night for so long
The tears would stream down like rain
How everyday new cuts would appear on her wrists
How thoughts would constantly fill her head
Of no longer wanting to exist
Of how she wished to be dead
I wish i could've saved her
If I'd have just noticed before it was too late
Maybe i could've helped her
Stopped her from making that date
The appointment with death
Which took her one last breath

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