Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Curses slipping off my tongue.
Pounding my fist into the wall,
Ripping to shreds, my little doll.
Grabbing the pillow and start to cry into it,
Ripping up the carpet as I sit.
Breaking all my CDs in half,
As I start to bitterly laugh.
Satin sheets cover the angel coming to me,
Whispering in my ear to me.
She says it is the beginning of the end,
A hand, she begins to lend.
She flies away,
As her image begins to fade.
I run to my closet, and grab a belt,
A cold shiver, I felt.
Tied it tight to the bar by my door,
Feeling depressed more and more.
Slip the belt over my head,
By ending my miser... I have to be dead.
Kick the stool beneath my feat,
This death is oh so sweet!
Dangling over the ground,
My mother came, and started to cry and frown.
I felt guilty for making her life miserable,
But it was already my lifes toll.

 
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