The thought of you dead
Makes me dread
Please don’t let me go through this pain
Ill go insane
Your whispers in the wind
Make me want to scream.
Some one help her!
yet no one listens
Scared to the bone
I must take you home.
No one to help
Feels like walking through the woods
So many people around
Yet no one has the time.
Dread the day when you left a letter.
A light white feather Laying on the counter,
Words written in cursive,
Tears smudging the black ink.
And I read those frightening words:
This suicide note is hard to write
But I’m afraid its time to say goodbye
I must not hide,
All this stress and torture
Cant take anymore
Its time to let go.
To my parents I must say
I love you with all my heart.
To my boyfriend
I’m afraid this will keep us apart
And my friends
You must forgive me,
For this is my last breath.
So as the girl said she would do,
She committed suicide
That same night.
With no one to help
She fell asleep weeping
Her last tears,
Last breath,
Last thought; why me?
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