Regretful murder suicides Or better yet, just suicides.
Acting as if you knew all about it, You’re helping a lot, Really, you’re not.
It’s all her fault, She forced it upon her. Bullshit. She loved her to death, The good kind of death, The one you would die for.
just when she thought no one was listening, she hid her face behind a mask that she hoped would last. Once there was a time before she broke down and cried. She cried herself to sleep no one could hear her silent tears. As much as she wanted help, she felt as if she was the only one who could giv
Who is this girl I see in the mirror? This girl’s eyes full of fear, caused by Demons whispering in her ears. Scared one day their words won’t be lies. She holds on, trying not to cry. Each day wanting to die, She finally cries. A cry for help More like a yelp Or a scream, But she next makes a sc