The thoughts just keep coming
i keep wondering why im here?
The blood pouring out of my
wrists makes the pain disappear.

You made the thoughts come
you stabbed them in my mind
i wonder why i cry?

Crying doesnt help me at all
it just makes me look like a
baby doll!

So maybe ill just end it now!

I try to think of happier times
but none come to mind.
The memories of my childhood
make me want to cry. So i sit
here wanting to die.

With my knife i carve handy
work into my wrist hoping
one day i will be kissed.

You lied and I cried and i
slit my beautiful wrists.
But did you care i think
not!

So i sit here with my knife going
to make others understand my life.


My Ending the thought scares
others but comforts me
and my thoughts.


So i made my decision im going
to leave. With all my might i make
myself believe.

So i take my knife slitting deeper
and deeper. I lay in a puddle of
blood with the highest of fevers.
No one can save me im on my
last breath.

All my friends thought not her
she was the happiest one of all.
But all the happiness made me fall.
For I was not happy at all. So now
she looks like a doll in her casket.
All she left was a basket with her
possessions inside it.

She is now not alive.
 
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