Death is life without living

by Silouette Dreams   Jun 28, 2005


She steals a knife from her Mom\'s cupboard door
And lies it on her bedroom floor
She takes a rope from her Dad\'s new shed
And lies it on her made up bed
She grabs some pills from her bro
And lies them on her burrow
She borrows some medicine injections
And lies them in all directions

She thinks of the ways she can kill herself, then cuts herself with the knife,Hangs herself from the rope,Then the pills go down her throat,And in goes the medicine injections

Don't cry for me,

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