M is for the mountain of sadness and pain
I is for the incessant feeling of disdain...

Blood rolls down her cheeks and hands
it is a sight others cant seem to stand...

Death is my friend it whispers my name
it's the only way out of my life of shame...

I know a girl who cried herself to sleep
who cringes at the poring blood from cuts so deep...

She'll never know what she did to me that day
going along in her annoyingly happy way...

Life is a gift of which i did not ask
But was given to anyway...