Blood mixed with tears
on a girl of sixteen years...

Time has come i've lost control
my body no longer feels anything but the cold...

Blood trickling down the wrist
forming into a pool in the palm...

Eyes swelled
remembering the pat i have dwelled...

My body is numb and tangled in knots
You sit there and stare while my mind slowly rots...

I don't have the key
If i did i would be free...

As darkness falls over the horizon
I feel an urge that tells me to rise up...

Murder she wrote,
Suicide she said...

The tears of hate,
fear, and disciminate...

Pull Your Hands Away
I'm Gone, Good-Bye...

I am not sure why i am sad
or why my life is so bad...

As I lay in my bedroom
Asleep but awake...