Sitting there,
all alone
Wishing some one would throw a bone.
Scars so
deep they burn
Theres only one thing that yearn for.
Standing
there in the halls
Figures pass right on by
Where do they get
the balls
To be so happy when all else falls.
Slashing
away, rivers of blood, dangling straps of skin
Im writing the note
to say farewell to my kin.
Feeling faint, regreting the
choice.
Wishing i had an angels voice.
A funeral for a
friend
Leaving others left to mend.
Frustration, depression,
sadness, guilt
Emotions rip apart the loved ones.
If only
there was another way out.
With a possibility to still be out and
about.
The reaper wipes his scythe.
His deed is done for
tonight.