I can end it all
Take them pills
Of listen to the
Razor’s call. Just one
Too many. Or a cut
Too deep bleeding
Blood how sweet.
The choice is up to
Them weather I take
Them pills or find my
Old best friend. The
Decision is up to them
They make the call they
Decide my fate whether
My life I am living or
Die to night it’s so easy
It’s up to them.
~Ashleigh~
*this a poem i had under other name that i am no longer using* so if you seen it that why*