Thursday, June 17, 2010

Death Not Being The Way

She held the knife so close to her heart
Like a foolish child she sat and she cried
Didn't realize what she had don't what she had tried
Tears mixed with Blood, falling slowly to the ground
Covered in blood, pulled herself up, in the tears scribed.

"To those who don't care, to those who can't see
Never give up always thrive to be free"
Didn't know how many people would later cry
"Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way"

I was at the door, ran as fast as I could
Too weak to say she's sorry, otherwise she would
In tears, looked at this blue sad day
When you come and see this pool of blood and her
This isn't the way her life was meant to be

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