her music is blaring out, and no one else is at home. She sits there
in her room,all alone. As she sits there on the floor,tears streaming
down her face, thoughts race through her mind, and it's blood she
can almost tast. She is completly filled with sadness an hate, with
nothing but death on her mind,and she wonders how no one could
want her, how guys just want to use her and make her cry. She thinks
to herself , this is it,i am through, I have nothing left to give. She has
thought of everything she knows,and she finds no reason to live.
Bitterness and rage, anger an sorrow, she dosen't want to live to see
another day, let alone tomarrow. She cried to so many people with a
silent cry, but it seemed no cared. Everthing that she has been through
is more then she can bare. She breathes deeply as she pulls out the
razor, the piercing ot the object dosn't even phase her. She slowly
close her eyes as she feels the tearing of her skin, but she dosn't
make a sound, she holds it all in. The trickling of her blood, the pounding
in her head, she takes in another deep breath wondering why she
is not dead.
