hear my silent plea
they can see right through me
through tearful eyes
and sorrowful lies
on the outside I'm crying
but inside I'm slowly dying
maybe i should slit my wrists
and watch the blood slowly spill
then he finds me on the floor
passed out, shallow breathing
my life slowly leaving
the knife covered in blood is still in my hand
he screams "no not my baby!"
and he removes the knife from my hand
his are covered with my blood
tears are streaming down his cheeks
he says out loud "the funeral will be in a week"
they laid my body in the coffin
he said "I'll visit you often"
my final place is on the hill
the place i loved the most
now I'm finally free
but i can hear him crying for me
but this decision came first
i wanted to die and that was it



*i know this really doesn't rhyme or anything, but i write stuff when I'm
upset*
 
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