Blood and tears seem to fall like rain.
The pain and misery.
A gun ,a knife, or a rope hanging
from the ceiling.
Which do I prefer.
Create a system
To use all three.
If anyone truely cared
They would've stopped me.
Something as painful
As suffication.
Closing my eyes brings peace.
I know I will regret.
The picture in my mind.
The gun wounds grow inch by inch.
And nothing to stop it.
Life being suffocated
By the cruel hand of death.
But will they bury me.
Please now, Don't you cry.
Please, say my lullaby.
It may be all that's left.
I'm still without you.
I've been hiding in the dark.
Look at what it's done.
I'm fading away.
Sinking and falling under.
I grow lonelier each day.
What I'll truely remember.
That night,....
While the stars were dancing like rain.