The Story of a Dying Girl

Raging words of death, anger, and sorrow fill my mind with nasty and hurtful words. I try to rid the subject but the pain you have caused was to much for me to handle. Suicide and self infliction rages my mind. Slices so deep and never healing wounds are brought upon this body of mine. Wished of a gun to my head or a nail through my heart are screamed out into the air. Blood stained clothes and dripping razors full of blood split from my aching soul. As the world crumbles before my eyes and I fall to the floor, I say a little prayer as I lie dying and it states:
"Dear God, pleas don't be angry it was all I could do. Self infliction was just not enough to be near you. As i kneel at your throne save soul. Bring me to the light as i reach the floor. Lord I'm dying now, just let it be that my parents will think more of me. Thank you Lord for all you do now I just want to be near you."
Blood spilled and tears shed, raging words written in red. Hopes and dreams just never met. The night that she did everything she meant.