Deep inside.. there is a voice..
a voice that wishes to be heard again...
Depression so filled
Why live today...
Is it my fault,
that you dont care...
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...
A single tear
Rolls down his cheek...