A/N: Warning death! And short
I drop my glass,
It falls slowly to the ground.
The funny thing is
I don't hear a sound.
It is in the newspaper
Above the a big ad
What I read makes me tear up
It makes me very mad
It says happily
You are dead
Oh if I saw the reporter
I would have his head
He says it is a wonderful
That you were found
The picture shows you being tortured
Luckily it makes now sound
You are now gone
You are far away
I want to die
Right here today
I now have a knife
It's in my sweaty hand
I might not when I die
See white pearly sand.
Someone came in
And started to scream
I wanted to be alone why I die
But I wasn't going to die it seemed
But I did