Suicidal Love

She was 14 years old, who you know. That under her sleeve, is where her art is wrote. She cries and cries herself to sleep. All she has left are memories to keep.

She took that blade to her wrist
thinking, and knowing she wouldnt be missed. She didnt cut to deep.
so she decided to go down and eat.
Her mother asks what was wrong
Even though she knew all along.
The lonely girl said nothing, she was fine. But her mother and father knew she lied.

She ran to her room, slamed the door. She couldnt take this life anymore. Grabbed that razor, grabbed those pills After that she became really i\'ll.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Tried to write as best as she can. The mother and father found her that night. Wondered why shed do this, was it because of that fight?

The mother found her suicide letter.
and in it, it had said. \" i loved him so much, really i did.\"\" He broken my heart, into two. now ill show him, what its like to choose\"
\" He lied to me, and he made me cry, now ill show him what its like, wanting to die\"

not that good of a poem. but i dont care..