Kiss me sweet, hold me tight,
Promise me and you wont fight...
The End;
So close, yet so far...
A girl of only 15
Had no troubles in her life...
Telling everyone to go away
All she does is sit and cry...
Here's the gun and there's the knife.
Take one and use it, take your own life...
While I cry
I think of all the time you spent with me...
The voices in my head
are telling me to take it...
Dying slowly
So slow you don’t see...
You yell at me, I yell back
Once again, another verbal attack...
He made a few jokes
and said he had to go...
Here is a poem, for a girl
Who lived behind her lies...
Hold on they say
You\'ve got nothing to lose...