Cold under the pile of tears
Thinking about these past years...
Perfect skin, Perfect hair
Perfect life and clothes shed wear...
Tears slowly falling down her pale cheeks
Uncaringly blotching the once perfect face...
Be still
Don’t cry...
So she went to the study
For paper and pens...
One girl Katie and one boy Dayne
they were 2 people in love...
Death.....
How would it feel, to not be able to feel at all...
Alone
Fighting despair...
My courageous soldier, without hesitation
fought to his death, all for his nation...
Toying with my blades
playing with my gun...
So, tonight was the night i tried to end my life
All those pills really gave people a fright...
I came across a picture of Christine and her...
that would now be the same age as my son brought...