No one knew what was wrong with this girl
She had black tears running down her face
A knife in one hand, a pack of suicide notes in the other
She had a note for few people but the ones that meant something to her
She had been so confused lately, in so much pain
She felt like what ever she touched she hurt
No longer did she want to carry on hurting people
She carried a knife around with her where ever she went
Just incase something happened, she wanted to finish her life
Her friends noticed cuts on her arms
Wondered what they were?
It wasnt the fact she didnt keep them well covered
It was the fact she was stood in a room
And blood was pouring through her shirt
She didnt seem to care
Started really pouring out by this point
The girl stood there got everyones attention and said
I do not want to be saved this was my one wish
She dropped the knife and fell to the floor
Those black tears she cried
Told a story
It wasnt a colourful story
It was a sad, sad story.
This girl could no longer live; life was getting to her that badly
She chose the nearest exit out of life
