The screams of help echo my room.
shattering glass,
bursts into view.
piercing my skin with loads of pain,
but even with that i don't cry in vain.
my life flashes before my eyes.
is this a sign that I'm going to die?
why do I have to leave this world so early?
I've barely got to go and discover.
Discover myself and who I may be,
same with others who will never see.
the shattering glass hits my heart.
making me freak and loose myself.
I'm bleeding here and I hope no one sees.
what love has done to me.
the screams of help echo my room.
shattering glass
bursts into view.
piercing my skin with loads of pain,
but even with that i don't cry in
vain.
my life is flashing before my eyes,
is this the sign,
am I going to die?
