wrote this when i was in like 9th grade
Tear stained pillow, blood stained sheet,
She's crying and cutting for an all new defeat.
She slits her wrists as a tear falls down,
She's wearing the same blood stained gown.
She reaches out, extended hand,
Knowing you could never understand.
Her tears keep coming,
Eyeliner running.
She wants to know you love and care,
Knowing life will never be fair.
Blade of death, she bites her lip,
Her mind's spinning with every sip.
Her clothes are black,
You wish she would turn back.
She cried but you still push her tears aside,
Now you mourn her accidental suicide.
