Suicide

by mollymoo   Feb 15, 2008


Suicide, a painful word
it grows inside and conquers your world

its hard to fight the urge to to die
but instead you just hurt yourself and lie

she lies there in her queen sized bed
these thought just run through her head

she looks around and in her room
pictures of memories
pictures of doom

trophies from her past achievements
cheerleader, gymnast, band, and choir
this is why her parents wont believe her

it seems as though she walks with grace
but her beauty lies only upon her face

it looks as if she has everything
shes spoiled rotten and has her king

but slowly one day she begins to crawl into a hole
a dark hidden place inside of her soul

her vision is hazy and her throat begins to burn
shes sitting still as the room begins to turn

she can feel the sensation on the blood on her chest
and in her mind she thinks this is best

all of a sudden the pain stops
and the last thing she remembers is the questions from cops

her mother sobbing and her fathers cries
her brother hoping it was all just lies

but there she lye upon the bed
where she never thought she'd lye there dead

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