I'm laying here on the floor
My feet by the dresser my head at my door
To weak to move to tired to yell
I'm slowly dieing and I need some help
All day I acted like I was fine, I was ok
But all I really wanted to do was go away
I didn't tell anyone how I felt
Cause no one would listen and I couldn't delt with out help
I tryed so hard not to but I took some pills
But had to take more to make me ill
I got my a-xcto kinfe and cut my wrist
The blood poured out I wouldn't be missed
I got really dizzy and fell by my door
So this is how I ended up on the floor
I'm still laying here hanging on by a thread
I'm fighting for my life so hard but by morning I'll be dead
I reached for some paper and grabed a pen
Wrote a note tring to explain the end, to my friends
I was sorry I didn't want to cause them any pain
Sent them my love stained the paper with my tears of rain
A drop of blood from my wrist
A little poem sealed with a kiss
One simple word on this line called "Love,"
Under neather of that was was Brie Anna singed in blood.
