As I lay on bed I can feel the covers hugging me
My stuffed animals telling me it's okay
As the blood drips down from my slit wrist
I can hear my mother's screams and my father's yells
I can feel the tears caress my skin as they fall from my eyes
Then I hear the gunshot
I fall asleep and I breath my last breath saying goodbye
A/N No, I am not suicidal nor do I cut. Just needed to clear that up. I wrote this a long, long time ago and all, so don't get the wrong idea:-) :-) ♥♥
Love y'all!!