If i had a choice
i would say sorry...
My knees locked on the edge,
This is the end, thats my pledge...
Glowing Golden Angel, The Radiant Shining Sun. .
watching over...
Sharon, born 29th May
Last week did fade away...
When I close my eyes,
You are there...
This place that is supposed to be called home,
crying in the corner all alone...
She looked in the mirror
And raised the gun to her head...
She was holding the knife
When there was a knock on the door...
" I just want to say that this poem is about...
She sat there by the window...
As I lay here dying, there are some things I want...
Hatred runs through me
Sadness runs through me...
Emotions run through me
I wish I could die...