She sits all alone
looking back on her day...

As i stand up here
watch the cars go flying by...

*i wrote this as a poem but it came out sounding...
do you see what i go through...

*wrote it for my best friend on her b-day card...
Best friends forever is what we'll be...

It was so quiet
my knife fell to the ground...

*by my friend please rate it*
when i look into your eyes...

*it started meant to be a poem but she couldn't...
You left me crying on the floor...

She awaits there miserably
sorting through all her pain and doubt...

I know now from meeting you
that i am truly blessed...

I thought i couldn't love,
but yet i did...

I lie here in my room
thinking about that day...

I hold a knife
one decision to make...