Memories
Beautiful gun
Merciful knife
In her fear will she run,
Just to take her life?
Quiet tears
All her smiles a fake
To many things she has bared
A decision she must make.
In the shower she sits,
In a pool of blood.
Everything she has done was just a waste.
Her mind full of horrible memories,
Memories that will always take over her soul.
Death is the decision.
Life was to painful for her to live.
If only someone knew her pain,
But now it is to late.
Death has sealed her fate.