dougie4eva17

Lying in her room, blood covering the floor. They can't get in, she has barricaded the door. Her mind in growing distant, as her lips begin to quiver. Her knife lays on her stomach, it sends a cold shiver. She can hear them screaming, but she doesn't understand. She thought they didn't care for her, depression held her hand. Scared and shaking she lies there, with suicide in her head. If her parents don't get to her, then death will instead. She tries to cry out, but she can barely make a squeak. She can't move her limbs, her body is too weak. She knows she is going to die, but she is fighting to live. As the angels of d

And this concludes my sorry state, Pain resides in me. My blood pumps through my body of hate, And makes my slowing heart bleed. If you'd have treated me different, Or let me speak my mind, Maybe the gun you threatened me with wouldn't be here by my side. It takes me with a glowing stare, As fear flows through my veins. I always thought that you'd be there; I see how times have changed. As I reach my finger for the trigger memories flood my view. I'm glad god gave me the gun to rid my life of you. My hands quiver as they go cold, It hurts to move an inch. The guns end is looking friendly now, And my hand starts to flinch.