It is so hard to sit here and write to you
As tears fill my eyes and fall
What is a girl like me suppose to do
I feel so alone and small
I let people walk on me day after day
Being squished like a bug
What else can I say?
I am done with this
People will wonder what they have missed
I am going to sit here in my corner
With the blade by my side
I wish your love could have come sooner
Then the day I died
As I sit down and play my favorite tune
Thoughts of you go Through my head
Donâ??t cry Mr. Cooley, you will see me soon
Just as I amâ?¦. Deadâ?¦..
My song is about done
I pick the knife off the floor
I have had enough fun
I get up shut the door
Hoping no one will have to hear me anymore
I sit back down as I finish this letter to you
You have done great wonders Mr. Cooley
And I appreciate all you do
But it is time for me to go
I sit here as the blade pierces my skin
Feeling the painâ?¦the tension beginsâ?¦
I see the blood surging out of my veins
This is it I have nothing to gain.
I am feeling sick
There is blood all around
I am the devils pick
You hear his laughter that evil sound
