There once was a sad girl that cried each night.
A girl that thought life her life wants’t worth a fight.
She hoped more than ever to die.
A blade across her arm ran through her mind.
She was so tired of always hearing lies.
This girl was annoyed with everyone and everything.
She decided to end her life.
One night she crept to the kitchen for a knife.
She pushed it and cut.
She left a note saying it didn't hurt much.
As she slowly began to die
she slit her throat.
That killed her in an instant.
That night was March 15,2005.
Just like that was the end of my best friend.
I’ve misvied her more each day.
I still don’t believe she went away.
Guess it’s just fate.
I wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
