Suicide attempt

Bloody tears run down her face
Her heart beats in an alarming pace
A bottle of pills sits on the floor
A slow knock begins to move the door

The bottle of pills sitting in her hands
Need something quicker, slow pain she can not stand
All these pills could take a while
Tears fall on her kitchen floor tiles

Maybe the knife sitting on her table
She was only the person for people to label
No pills or knife, they will not do
Maybe the gun in her little box that is blue

The gun inside her little blue box
Holds secrets, its closed with a lock
Open the lock to look inside
What you see leaves your eyes wide

Gently you grab your little silver gun
Theres nothing left, you have no where to run
Point the gun right on your heart
Pull the trigger, why are you waiting to hear "start"?

Alone in a world
Left broken and curled
Your little silver gun drops to the floor
You don't have the strength to pull that trigger any more

Your hands begin to cover your ears
You scream out loud, while bursting into tears
All this pain has left you blind
Forever this day will stay in your mind

There is nothing left here
Your stuck in your nightmares, Your Lies, Your fears
Forget everyone they have left
They do not know this was your suicide attempt