Dangerous,
i hurt,
lost,
trying to be found under the dirt.
lies,
they build up,
and me,
i only want to be touched.
known,
to the world,
crazed killer hating for killing a girl.
illuminated,
by such light,
the ones that stay on at night.
this hospital,
itself,
is putting my through pure hell.
no friends,
alone,
only wish i could be gone.
but now,
i hurt,
for there are blood stains on my shirt.
the way she died,
is enough to make a million cry.
the one,
the truth,
suicide is the one she knew.
so she died,
that night,
lonely, friendless,
and in the light.
