As she sit in the dead of the night and as she starts to cry,
She slowly and painfully starts to die,
All she can think of why,
All she wish is to fly,
To be free from this hell,
She is locked up in this cell.
She hates how no one cares,
She is tempted but would she dare,
She pulls out the shot gun,
She thinks this out to be fun,
As she raises it to her head,
The floor starts to turn red,
The note she holds,
Silently unfolds,
Only to reveal your name,
As you cry you do the smae.
 Little_Lost_Kitten33 · Mon Dec 22, 2008 @ 06:47am · 0 Comments |
