She wants him,
she doesnt think hed care.
She wants to tell him,
but she wouldnt dare.
Shes crying.
She wishes she was dying.
She hates this life.
She could end it all, with that sharp knife.
She takes the knife,
one quick slit,
and she ends it.
Two hours later,
the phone rings,
no ones there to answer.
It was him,
he hears her voice, for the last time,
“I couldnt take it anymore, so now Im dead on my bathroom floor.â€
Now hes devastated,
he doesnt know what to do.
So he whispers into the phone,
“But I loved you.â€
Now he thinks lifes not worth it,
he doesnt even have a clue that she really loved him too.
With out another thought,
he killed himself with just one shot.