Yes, the voices in your head
Make you cry when your in bed
But just think if you were dead
Of the things you friends would of said..
They have lost their best friend
They start to think this is the end
You just gave their life a bend
And it's your funeral they will tend..
You always said it was the cat
But why did you lie like that!
Even if they called you fat
They didn't want you to do that!
All those bullies are all in shame
They really are the ones to blame
Now your friends feel the same
They tried there best till the time came....
And there you went there best friend, they suffer depression knowing your gone and they couldn't do anything, why did you have to go, your younger sibling is confused and your mum just told him your an angel and those with cut wrists are angels who want to go back to heaven, their home, now he calls your mum an angel with her arms... and your farther couldn't take the pain so he came to see you... imagine it...
YOU ARE READING
THINK
Poetryshe's just a a girl, she wants to say goodbye these words you said have made her cry she grabs the knife and slits her wrist and now she's crying looking into the mist it doesn't work she is still alive but now a desire of death she strives she put...
