AS YOU LAY HER!

Now you lay her down to rest, in these dark lonely wooden chest.
Six feet under is what she chose, on her casket is a crimson rose to.
Her parents are crying her friends are to,
They all ask what did she do, she had potential but now she's died another statistical teenage suicide.
ask her now if she would go back, "yes" she would cut her self some slack. But now she made her choice this was it, she felt like life was a pile of shit!
So she shattered her life with a gun, she pressed the trigger and she was done. Her body was discovered every one cried, she got so much attention now that she died. She was shipped to the morgue than to a box, she tried to get out but apparently its locked. Before she got buried, the people came to her funeral. She still feel the shame. So to make these story short she didn't learn, and the decision she made was long term. So now you lay her down to rest think of her so live your very best, because you have more, she left to fast. So don't let one choice be your last!