She sat there
With just a handful of regret
To think that she could pass through life
Without discent
...
Sitting on the curb
Wondering why she does this-it was her
Pale, skin grave
...
My life feels so ended
Wanting to see life
To not feel so conflicted
Without feeling any strife
...
Discarded
Worthless
Throw me away
Leave me til i'm dead
...
it burns inside
the tears in my eyes
its trapped inside
with no where to hide
...
anger
washes over me
i try to push him away
but he won't let me be
...
when you're sad and alone
and feel that nobody cares
and you're walking all alone
i am here for you
...
Razored Wrists
She sat there
With just a handful of regret
To think that she could pass through life
Without discent
With a cut around her wrist
And blood it pours
Without regret
Just thinking how quickly it will all be over
From the life when it was torn
She pushes it deep through her veins
Until she couldn't see
The razor that pushed in her blood
Poured out as wicked as can be
She sat in the corner
White and pale
With blood coming down her wrist
She would not wail
Because all she thought was how she lingered
Around the idea that would not bail
She lays on the ground
Eyes closing, skin grave
All she thought was now its over
And there her body lay
All cold and white
As soon as it was all over