Sitting down, my head spins 'round,
As I piece together the night, with shame and fright.
It was supposed to be an adventure, but all it was,
Was a disaster. I hide in my room to
Seal up the gloom, as blood and tears stream down my face.
You said it would be fun,
But now you're long gone, and I'm left with the guilt,
Of you leaving you there to help myself.
I knew my time was ticking,
Before my life started fading, so
Wiping the blood and tears from my face,
I grabbed a paper and started to write,
At a steady pace.
This is what I wrote as I
Waited for my end.
The last thing I saw was
My blood stain the paper red.
