Tile floor?
There was a tile floor that evening...
In a empty room full of darkness
with nothing but pills and a knife...
Bleeding rose weathered by the storm,
internal battle picking the petals...
She sets her timer,
'beep' it goes off...
Breathing in this smoke of death
Thinking it relieves the stress...
Before I died I prayed last night
prayed to God I'd win my fight...
Despair is the last emotion before death,
Life is the journey towards the dark...
A tear is the pen
The woes are sheets of paper...
Rumors fall from the sky
People hate on me all the time...
Go into the bathroom
lock the door...
While you slept in your nice coushy bed
100,000 people lay in the streets dead...
I said I'd never take them
I promised to myself...