It is 12am and I am all alone,
In the park and not at home,
Sitting on the bench watching the stars,
Holding my wrists and feeling my scars,
It happened in this park two years ago,
Waiting for a friend who did not show,
All of a sudden I heard footsteps in the distance,
But I was too scared I chose not to listen,
Then I felt someone tug on my hair,
Dragged me through leaves, throughout me was fear,
I couldn't scream my voice was gone,
Goodbye everyone I'm not living for long,
Oh my god what did I do?
Could they have killed my best friend too?
They picked me up and threw my down a well,
It smelt like blood but I just couldn't tell,
Then I stood on something, it was my friends mouth,
Obviously she did not know how to defend herself,
I climbed up the wall without a doubt,
I held on tight to the rope and the spout,
I got out, ran home fast and started to cry,
I sliced my wrists but I could not die
My parents came home and saw blood on the ground,
The police saw my friend and the murderers were found,
And now it is 12am and I am all alone,
In the park and not at home,
Sitting on the bench watching the stars,
Holding my wrists and feeling my scars.
