A poem to a friend
A friend who kept me sane...

I see no good, only bad
My life is gone but I'm not mad...

I take a knife
To my wrist...

No reply when I call
You scare me...

Your message written on the wall in blood
You made it sound so easy...

I need you to agree
To say you feel it too...

I'm not going to blame you for whats happened
Because I know its not your fault, not yours at...

Dearest grandpa we miss you so
Even with the years gone by still we cant accept...

He can fly, thats what the nice lady said
hes flown away to somewhere nice...

Theres always going to be girls like me
With the hurt the pain and the lies...

Led to the slaughter like lambs to the chop
The weak and the wicked I'm back at the top...

A faint glint of hope, resting in his eye
Maybe his sister didn't mean to die...