Her Death

by Jazzy   Jan 31, 2005


She just can’t take it
All of this pain
Her heart has been broken
All over again

People just won’t
Leave her alone
They just don’t get it
She wants to be home

To get the knife
Her true best friend
To stick it deep
And her pain, she’ll end

Before she died
She wrote this note
So her family and friends
Could read it and cope

My dear friends,
I’m sorry I’ve ended my life so short. My heart was just way to torn.
I love you all and I shall miss each of you and my prince.
I’ll miss him more than ever before and tell him I’m sorry for all the torture.
So I end my life with no bliss, as I seal this letter with a kiss.

She wrote this letter with bloody hands
She hoped they all forgave her aching heart
Which was cruelly torn apart
She finished it off with her death pill.

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