Insane.

by Shyanne   Oct 29, 2005


I gave u my heart in your open two hands.
It was a full piece then.
And now a million little strands.

You smiled like u meant it to.
When the words came out
I actually believed. " I love You "

You held my hand as a bad time came near.
The cutting stopped.
But me loosing you, that was a constant fear.

You seen me as i would cry.
But now i know.
This to you was all a lie.

The part you called forever.
And whisper something like.
Its either we die together or never.

You had this way of making me see.
I lost that sight.
And now its just me.

A lonely girl who curls up into a bawl.
With a ripped down poster.
Against her fragile white wall.

Tears begin to run as they hit the ground.
With nothing to do.
The silence echos no sound.

She looks around to find no one home.
Her depression goes crazy.
Shes home alone.

She cradles her head in her hands, and begins to scream.
The pain is getting out
Please wake up. Please let this be a dream.

A surprise sound comes to her home.
A loud ring.
She picks up the phone.

Her moms voice on the other line.
Her only words are.
I'll be home at nine.

She hangs it up with tears in her eyes.
Her moms out again
She starting with the lies.

She gets out a paper as in ink she wrote.
Mom tonight you will find in black.
My last and final suicide note.

With nothing to stop her and no one to see.
Shes chooses her life.
She chooses death to be.

She pulls out the blade and sticks it to her skin.
This was her.
This was the lost little girl within.

Shes begins to cut with not a bit of pain.
She was fine now.
She was totally insane.

She meant to cut enough to leave a scar.
Her life that night.
Was lost as her mother left the bar.

She cut 6 times up one wrist.
And 8 down the next.
Her final cut she must of missed.

She was then found dead.
At 2: Am.
With nothing but a note. nothing was said.

Her mom read that note as tears began to fall.
She lost her little girl.
She now has nothing at all.

Her little girl lay dead in her sight.
Shes loosing her mind.
All in one night.

She wants to go back, she wants to be home.
Their final words.
Were over the phone.

She calls the cops and pleads insane
For never being there.
For causing this much pain.

The silence appears as no words on the line.
Shes whispers something as.
It's over this life is not mine.

With tears in both eyes, and her little girl dead.
Shes pull out a 9mm.
And aims for her head.

She pulled the trigger with a cut to the phone.
Nothing but a sound was heard.
Nothing but one last moan.

The cops show up as there both seen dead.
With a little girls cut wrist .
And a moms blow to the head.

The blood on the floor appeared to say forever.
As the cops looked closer they seen.
My little girl has chose. die together or never.

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