A/N I do not in any way, shape, or form support suicide. It is not the answer. This just kind of popped in my head and wouldnt go away. I do not own Buffy because if I did, Tara would not have died. Please review.
"How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes. Got nowhere to run but life goes on as I'm fading away. I'm sick of this life. I just want to scream. How could this happen to me?" Simple Plan
Blood…my first and last memory of everyday. All I see is blood. The putrid and disgust seeping into my shirt. Slain in front of my dark green eyes and within a moment my world becomes dark, empty. It's still dark, empty. I must see the blood flow again, and then walk into the light, to my light. The commonality of one tiny piece of metal. Simple, yet the ultimate murderer. Takes life. Brings death. It is my time. It is my escape from this day, from this night. She will be sad but she'll forgive. I take the metal, I watch the blood, I look into the light, and I go with my light. I release the darkness from before and bathe in the newness. This reality. Mmm, hello my beautiful light.