A thousand lies. A thousand tears. One life?

The pain of a thousand lies,
The hurt of a millions tears.
The cuts are the things,
That hid all your fears.

You look to me for help,
I just speak what I feel,
Your questions are hard to answer,
Questions like “is what im feeling real?”

You look to me for comort
I sometimes don’t know what to say,
You look to me for life,
You don’t want to live another day.

I tell you all the things there is to live for,
you just dont seem to care,
You cry and say that you don’t have thoses things
after a while you just seem to stare.

Your eyes are no longer full of brightness,
The light that was there now gone,
Your life seemes to be fading,
Everything has gone wrong.

You stare into me,
That blank dark stare,
I try to look back,
But it's like there’s nothing there.

My best friend now gone,
Like the leaves from a tree,
Moving on by the wind does blow,
But I stay, because you remind me of me.

The things you do,
The life you live,
No one to care,
Nothing left to give.

How can I live,
Why should I stay,
No where let to go,
Nothing left to say.

The note will tell all,
The reasons are plain,
With out him to hold me,
Why live through this pain?

To all those I know,
The ones who really care,
I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough,
Sorry I’m not there.

He was all that I had,
The one I could talk to,
But now that he’s gone,
No one left not really even you.

You tried to help me through the pain,
You told me the things I could be,
Those things seemed to be impossible,
I guess that I just couldn’t see,

As my breath is fading,
My life just whispering away,
I can see your face, tears in your eyes,
I never thought It would come so fast, my final day.

I am writing this note with my last streangth,
This is all thats left in me,
My final words are these,
Now I cant that I cant see.

Mom and dad I love you,
I am sorry I was your daughter,
You had no love for me,
Now you can give it all to her.

She was the perfect one,
The one with good grades,
All the friends she had,
Me with all my blades.

I’m sorry that you couldn’t see,
The kind of person I could be,
Maybe if you had just given me a chance,
I might have had one last dance.

I could have danced all night,
Danced through his memories,
Everything would have been fine,
You would be left with this picture of me.

With a knife in her hand,
She had thrust,
That soothing cool medal,
Pushed into her gut.

The blade had cut,
Just like new
She knew it would,
That she wouldn’t make it through.

she had wrote the note,
With the blood,
She feel to the floor,
The knife landed with a thud.

A thick pool around her,
Like her guardian,
A protector of her death,
Just like ,of life, he had been.

She watched as an angel flew down,
He wiped up the dark,
Although she was dead,
She felt her heart.

For the first time she knew,
The things she could have been,
The choice was hers, to live or die,
This was her gift from him.

For when she looked at his face,
All white and thin,
She saw in the reflection,
Him.