Needle or pill
Make my heart still...
I can’t seem to get through the day
Knowing only you are in my way...
Let the tears fall. Gravel on the ground...
Fall to pieces on the mound...
Like liquid diamonds they pour at night,
Children of Sadness and Sorrow alike...
As I hold the blade close to my wrist
I wonder if I will ever be missed...
This is more of a story but i hope you like it
A twelve year old girl...
** An epitaph is a brief poem inscribed on a...
with rhyming lines...
We were driving, back home from hanging about...
Death is an end to a journey and a beginning to...
Death is a trap that we all fall into...
A bullet for my valentine,
A rose for me...
Wrists are bleeding,
Eyes are crying...
Thunder striking in the pit of despair
Burdened by sorrow, water floods I drown...