A blade, pills, a pen, and paper
Laying on her dresser waiting for her to choose
The Knife,
Through the death, heartache and stress the blade soothed her
The small incisions, the adrenaline rush,
Her sister's death introduced her to love, the blood leaves with the emotions
A failure at school, away from her love she has nothing inside
A blade across her wrist to end it all
The pills,
Given to her by a doctor to help her cope
She doesn't want to NEED them to live
They take control of her thoughts and they have changed her
A failure at home, Daddy yells and yells
Half a bottle of pills to end it all
A pen and paper,
Its impossible to verbalize all this pain and if she did no one would listen
People's encouraging messages just slide through her ears
She wants to tell everyone what is going on
A pen and paper to end it all
A knife,
Picked up and thrown away
Pills
flushed down the plumbing never seen again
A pen and paper,
to share her story,
To end it all
