Written Suicide..
Plastic Heart:
You never ever ******** tried!
So all night she only cried.
Thanks to you, her pillow is wet
And she lives with this regret.
She wishes every night for death, Because she has NOTHING left.
She bragged to every friend, But you ******** pretend,
To have the the same feelings inside,
But now all she can do is.. Die..
Cold Stone Floor:
Put the gun to your head,
Because you almost dead.
Finished with the pain and tears,
You've had all these years..
Disrespect and hatred galor.
It's all gone since you've hit the floor..
Untitled(Help me name it?):
She does love you, you can see it in her eyes.
Hell you can even hear it in her sighs.
And all you can say is so¿¡
Do you even care… nø…
Last Goodbyes:
A shotting star passes,
Make a wish, they dont come in masses
Close your eyes and hope,
Its better than a face of mope.
She's tried so ******** hard,
But now she wants to part,
From this cold cruel world.
In this warm blanket she is cureled,
All alone praying for her death.
She needs her drug.. not meth.
Needs her only friend,
Who doesnt pretend,
The one who treats her right,
Until the end of the night.
Who she can share her secrets with.
They befriended on the fifth,
and their insepreable always,
Until this day..
All the lonly days,
Without he only friend.. a razor..
You never ever ******** tried!
So all night she only cried.
Thanks to you, her pillow is wet
And she lives with this regret.
She wishes every night for death, Because she has NOTHING left.
She bragged to every friend, But you ******** pretend,
To have the the same feelings inside,
But now all she can do is.. Die..
Cold Stone Floor:
Put the gun to your head,
Because you almost dead.
Finished with the pain and tears,
You've had all these years..
Disrespect and hatred galor.
It's all gone since you've hit the floor..
Untitled(Help me name it?):
She does love you, you can see it in her eyes.
Hell you can even hear it in her sighs.
And all you can say is so¿¡
Do you even care… nø…
Last Goodbyes:
A shotting star passes,
Make a wish, they dont come in masses
Close your eyes and hope,
Its better than a face of mope.
She's tried so ******** hard,
But now she wants to part,
From this cold cruel world.
In this warm blanket she is cureled,
All alone praying for her death.
She needs her drug.. not meth.
Needs her only friend,
Who doesnt pretend,
The one who treats her right,
Until the end of the night.
Who she can share her secrets with.
They befriended on the fifth,
and their insepreable always,
Until this day..
All the lonly days,
Without he only friend.. a razor..
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