In the end.

Every night she would cry,
Thinking that maybe she would rather die,

Then to see him with her
She want them to be as they were.

At least once a day she slits her wrist.
It hurts most when she sees them kiss.

Why must he flaunt her around?
She hit her knees, then the ground.

She thinks about him day and night,
Someone called 911 tonight.

shes dead he yelled.
In her hand a gun was held.

In her wrist they found his name.
The center of his attention she became.

What had he done?
A chain reaction this had become,

Because later that day,
They found him the same way.

The words [too late.] in his wrist.
And a note saying without her he could not exist.

Now their together
In a happier place,
Both with a smile on each face.