She’s dead. No more. Why she did what she did, I wish I could but, I don’t know. All I know is that she’s not coming back. And she takes with her every question I ever had. She was simple, silent, lost in her thoughts, As if she didn’t belong to this world, She wasn’t like those typical girls her age, Doing jib jab yip yap all day, She used to say everything through her eyes, And almighty knows, I liked her that way. ...
Today I take my life, Hopeful, that the pain will now subside, It’s just been lonely and dreadful, May be I will finally get free tonight. I don’t know why I took so much time to do, What I should have done so much earlier, May be I was afraid to die, It’s amusing. Living was so much scarier. Sorry mom, I just couldn’t do it, No therapy would help me through it, My - now burnt- diary, my tear soaked pillow, Knew more about me, than you could ever know me, I just wanted to feel some emotions mom, All that you could provide me were some more sedatives. ...