Her tears stained the paper
after reading the article...
Helplessly he stumbled
through the door...
Pray...
Scream...
This raw anguish has since relaxed its fingers...
who's presence I have felt only sparingly...
Leaning against this tree, inhaling cancer,
plotting my own death...
Light from outside shine in,
Bring a new day forward...
I slowly reach for the knife
I bring it to my wrist...
I didn't get the chance, i miss my only chance
you'd not giving me the chance to tell you what...
The thunder shakes the earth,
Little people run for cover as the first droplets...
Her precious daughter in the tub, with a blade,
Quiet sharp I should say...
Theres now nothing left but the blood on the...
No girl in her bedroom, just a note on the door...
Written on: May 27, 2007
Dedicated to...