I know my friend you're wondering why
I wrote this poem titled goodbye...
She sits in the corner of her room. Thinking of...
She thinks to her self as she sits on the ground...
Upon the rosemary blossoms,
And the lavendar swaying soft...
Smoking kills she says
as she lights one up...
Slicing through
purple veins...
My last cut
My last drop of blood...
Under the black starless sky
Is where I would surely die...
It's time for me to leave...
time for me to change...
When did life become so slow
Despite these years I've naught to show...
Inside i'm screaming
i'm pleading...
Bleeding mascara runs from her eyes down to her...
She has finally shut herself down, she is so tired...
When this began
I had no sense of truth...