Everynight I crawl in bed
hoping,wishing for the sadness to end.
I try to stop the tears from falling
But I can't,I find myself in a pit,balling.
I find myself walking to the kitchen to grab a knife
So I can end this horrible life
The pain washes over me,and becomes so great
I find myself cutting to deep,and ending to late.
The blood is falling to the floor,as I see my mother walk in the door.
She stops in her tracks,and falls to the floor.
As reaches for the phone,but my pain has grown.
I'm bleeding to death,on the kitchen floor.
In a matter of minutes,I become less sore
and a blackness falls in front of my eyes
I hear my mother screaming,as she cries.
Death sets in,and I am lost.
and I am settled in a coffin,a crate.
Please don't do what I did,and make a horrible mistake.
