Just Too Much

by Bec   Feb 7, 2006


Tainted tears from the past,

come back to haunt her,

she took her pills,

just 49 too many,

never will she enter the light again,

death = the only thing she has to believe in,

a smile on her face,

as she see's other's bleed,

a smile on her face as you hand her the knife,

what a beautiful life.

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