I've tried many ways to end my live
for now I've taken to the knife...

As you bring the knife closer,
i cant help but smile...

I was going to sit and weep
but instead I'm going to put myself to sleep...

Far away in another land,
sits a little girl, playing in the sand...

Physically, he didn't put a gun to her head
he only made her wish she were dead...

In this classroom i sit alone
away form others, on my own...

I'm sitting here trying not to think,
sitting here, I'm at my brink...

* I wrote this poem on my birthday (march 25th)*
This day has been filled with birthday wishes...

Bloody bodies line the floor,
some are propped up by the door...

I always was a daddy's girl
Even form the moment I entered the world...

My love for you can not be broken.
My love for you is easy to see...

Numbers Numbers
Running through my mind...