This girl of fourteen is full of pain,
caused by this world and the people in it.
Crying tears each night and day,
suicide always on her mind.
The knife looks so friendly to her,
and the gun is not the enemy no more.
the voices always whispering inside,
no drugs can stop them.
They demand her death,
and that it be done by her hand.
She has no reason to deni them,
she feels death would end this pain.
Her parents have appended her,
and friends she has none.
So the knife is a friend now,
and the gun is welcomed.
This knife of hers cuts away everything,
the pain, the misery, and the voices.
This gun of her blacks everything out,
the people who hurt, the laughter, and the pain.
She uses both the knife and gun,
and the suicide she thought is done.
No more pain, No more misery,No more voices,
No more people who hurt,and No more laughter.
The gun started as an enemy,
but became away out of everything.
The knife wasn't welcomed at first,
but it became a friend that killed her.
So the knife and the gun started as the thinkable,
the enemy of her choice.
But they ended up the unthinkable,
a friend that ended her life.
