I walk into the kitchen
On the darkest of nights
I make sure everyone is sound asleep
quit as a mouse, I open the drawer
I take out the knife,
Quitly, I unlock and open the door
I walk out into the cold november air
With my muscle shirt, and night pants
But I don't feel the cold
Slowly I walk deep into the woods
I slit my wrists, then my legs, then my own neck
2 weeks later, they find my body.
TRUE STORY ~i miss you eliza~
She always thought nobody loved her
But I did, she was a true friend.
Rest in peace eliza
