Everytime I look to leave,
There's something I haven't seen.
Before I know what hits me,
I am falling into what used to be.
I scream and try to get out,
But nothing comes out but a shallow shout.
I'm stuck and scared down to my limp bones,
And wish to die like one who's alone.
Coming back to reality I run,
For I know what must be done.
Hands on the gun pointed to my head,
An unseen death from a girl who's dead.
