She can hear him
He breaks through the door...

They said that they did it
Only ‘cause they care...

Pals Forever
We will be that’s true...

Grab the knife
Pierce the skin...

You turned around
Stabbed me in the back...

The blacked shadows
Melt upon her soul...

The glass shattered among the ground
The pieces crash but make no sound...

The pain she feeds upon her wrists
Upon her arms those crimson strips...

“Murder!”
Cried her mother with eyes held in black...

A shadow of my love for you
Drips down, falling through...

Howl of misery forgotten
The red, crimson cry...

Suicide
Young people find it funny...