I can feel it in my skin,
crawling to my wrist,
It tells me to cut it deep,
everytime im pissed.
It wont go away,
its been there for years,
I try not to show it by smiling,
but all that comes out is tears.
All the pictures on my wall,
are telling me to do it,
So i take some scissors and put them to my wrist,
and go through with it.
My visions getting darker,
as im dying on the floor,
I hear someone call my name,
And open my bedroom door.
My mom walks in with water in her eyes,
as she kneels by her daughter,
Crying for help,
while her baby dies.
Becca
email: linkinpark_69_@hotmail.com