A flower fighting with all its might,
against the wind thats pushing past...
Soon i will no longer fell this pain,
soon i will be six feet underground...
Darkness over takes the day,
Just like the shame on your face...
I cried a single tear,
the last tear I'll cry...
A love for another, a desire, a crave, a decision...
Deep within this dirt fill...
It is hot today, and the sun shines upon...
Whether they wish to look upwards or not...
A walk you said, across the forest floor,
To view a scene with awe and wonder...
A blade cold an glittering silver
Touches skin that doesn't shiver...
This blade will bring depression,
But it will relieve stress...
Will I be remembered when I'm gone?
Will I be missed when I'm gone...
After your leaving,am not feeling the same
everything is so bad babe...
Silence-
The sounds, the breaking of flesh...