Suicide was only a dream;
One she played inside her head time and again.
They said she only wanted attention,
But they weren't listening to the words she said.
So she took matters into her own hands,
Sat down and wrote it all out.
As that pen bled across the paper,
Her mind was finally at ease and that night she died...
Right there in her poetry

I want to die I scream
But part of me knows that isn't true.
How could it be, if I keep reaching out for you.
If I want you so bad to save me,
Do I really want my life to end?

Please give me a reason to stay.
Because right now Im just wanting it all to go away.
If you could just save me from myself once more,
Maybe I will learn to be okay.