Too worried to have an appetite,
every minute feels worse with my dry throat...
The angel was a girl
Not too far from heaven...
As I began by my
sister being awoken...
Her eyes are swollen,
shes hardly breathing...
What is it to never be loved?
How could someone feel so alone...
The sky was clear, Not a cloud in sight.
A play to my left, bazaar to my right...
You'd think she really means it when she says best...
The night it began, the moon was blood red.
That night just one question, ran through my head...
If they say lifes so easy
Why so many suicides...
An icy scupture
Im wilted by the scorching heat...
This is dedicated to Danae Dupuis who died not...
R.i.p Danae...
My friend killed herself
Im trying to get through...