Dear mother and father, I am sorry to say,
That on this earth, today is my last day...
She goes into the bathroom
in her hand is a knife...
Everything I thought she said she always wanted to...
I never worked out to be what she always expected...
It's been ten years
Since you went away...
The blood rolls down her colorless cheek
Her body's week...
Heart's rendering has come to pass
Inside a soul of pain and strife...
We tried, we really did, but its not getting any...
We decided years ago that we were going to escape...
I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees...
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire...
Run and you die is the consensus of the right.
They deny the human response of fight or flight...
If only I could see you one last time
enough to hold you tight...
On a Monday morning September 17th, 2007 my life...