Everyones got something special
that they treasure more than life...
I stare at it so sharp so shiny it draws you to it...
just one quick movement it'll all be over no more...
The covers barely give warmth
To your fragile frame upon your bed...
As my life keeps dripping,
My grip keeps slipping...
Why does it always happen to me?
What the f**k have I done to deserve this...
Its on the news and in the newspaper
How a young girl killed herself and no one could...
No one seems to understand
All of this pain I’m in...
I just feel like I want to die,
Because there’s no tears left to cry...
I love you so,
But yet i want to die...
Silent tears streaming
dripping down her face...
The pain is surreal,
It’s all I can feel...
Written by: Jolene Wenneson
The curtains are closed...