My little message to all you people who want to...
Say you decide to commit suicide...

Wrists are crying
Really scared...

I Can See You All...
I might not be next to you...

Could you walk away if theres blood on my hands?
Unveil! An art! Suicide, a pleasurable taste...

Clearly Blood And Pills Don't Work
So I've Came Up With Something Better...

On a rock, she sits
Her eyes transfixed...

Mama,mama,mama
I'm still the little girl...

~For Carrie!~
Knees to my chest...

The wrist is cut
And my head is numb...

There is a girl who looks at this page,
Filled with the heartbreak of it all...

No one sees her there
Ghost child...

~This is like my online notebook sorta thing. If...
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