Her smile was frozen forever in place,
The essence of youth caught on her face,
The dim faded blush the brightest eyes,
Who would have thought the image told lies?
The happiness was battling the odds,
The millions of cuts still it won't be dead,
They're back, the hundred of images dancing in your head,
A razor, a rope, pills, a great height,
Wishing to perish, to die, not to fight,
You push it back farther but it will return,
To teach suicide so many ways to learn,
You try to kill them try but you miss,
The anger, the hate another wrist razor kiss,
The silent ways of saying goodbye,
The whisper of the suicidal kids
