Living dead

The tension rises, the room begins to swirl. She's mommy's perfect angel, and daddy's little girl. A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained in red... A folded note, a broken mirror, their young girl lays there dead. Mommy faints, sister weeps, daddy sees the "Read me" "Mom, Dad, i couldn't go on.. please, just bear with me. Crimson tears run down my arm, all this pain and all that harm. My only way to let it out, i wish i could scream, i want to shout. But i don't make a sound, I keep it inside, i want to break out but instead i must hide. So I sit in my room and hide in my shell, this life that I'm living, my own private hell. Crimson tears, down my arm they run, look down at my life, what have i done? Deep down within I'm never ok, I cry of emptiness everyday. Deep down my heart begins to ache, each day as my body seams to break. I've tried to draw you a picture of my life.. The paper, my arm, the pen, my knife.. But as hard as you try you could never see the scars that burn inside of me. Some said i should stop, but they don't understand, the power that i need, lies in my hand. All I'd have to do is slit my wrists once more, and maybe if it goes deep enough, I'll end this on the floor. So if today is the day that the hurt is just too deep, please remember that i have welcomed eternal sleep. And if you're curious, look down at my wrists, it's all of you who have left me like this. But try not to feel guilty, don't get ahead, I'm still living my life, I'm just
living it dead"

Written By: Liesl Kate