My Life Written Down in Words

A Story to Tell

Enter a world of complete bliss

where nothing matters except this;

an empty bottle of pills

a razor blade across the wrist;

death engulfing the air

laughing at her blood-matted hair.

beaten and bruised to death

parents only cared it wasn't meth,

how cruel this world can be

"we" all know it as reality.

I'm dead and forgotten

of course you wouldn't know that

how many times you've seen me

crossing the street; you've only cared 'bout the heat.

invisible as a ghost; it's what it seems like.

though they get more attention

haunting and taunting.

I've got a story to tell

sit down and stay not awhile.

My best friend is dead, she can't come back,

never will I see her again, not until Heaven.

I've lost my way since then, that's when depression sinks in.

No where to go, no hand of support

lying there without a doubt

this is the end.