I was holding on so hard
Our hold on each other was solid...

The shot rings out around the world
I know my best friend is gone...

Her eyes begin to close for the last time
The note gently sitting next to her...

The tears slip down my face
As i watch your coffin be lowered into the hole...

My wrist are bleeding
My lips are blue...

You left me crying on a street corner
I was feeling like sh*t...

I took him to my room
To show him my new shirt...

I don't know how many lives a knife has claimed
But I do its calling me...

We were walking home together
You pulled up my sleeve to hold my hand...

I am not broken
I am too bent one to many dents...

They make me mad
They make me sad...

Like diamonds falling from the winter sky
They come as often as a suicidal teens tears...