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Al The Shattered Mar 2015
She was tired
She was tired of the crying
She was tired of the pain
All that popped up in her mind was dying
Her feelings were all the same
She was the depressed teenager
Who was a complete mess
All she ever felt
was nothing but distress
But one day that teenager was done
With all the ******* that came up
With her life she was bored
It was time for it to stop
She grabbed a pen from her desk
Wrote a letter about the ones
Who never bothered to save her
Their words were just like guns
That triggered her craving for death
That shot bullets against her heart
It was time for that to stop
After falling apart
She picked up the razor
The only friend she had
She drew it across her skin
She felt completely mad
She cut her wrist open
Death was very near
She couldn't believe it..
He was finally here!
Her real smile appeared
As she realized she was dead
But again, these were thoughts
That ran across her head
Al The Shattered Mar 2015
You know, a field of roses is beautiful
The roses may look the same
They are so much alike
To an extreme they all feel plain

But all my eyes saw
Is a beautiful rose that stood
Tall among those roses
I would show you if I could

I placed the rose in a vase
Took care of it, I did
Because this rose made me happy
As from the envious I hid

But as the times passed
The rose started to lose its scent
It was totally out of shape
Its stem completely bent

I was heartbroken as I realized
The rose was giving up on me
Just like all the other roses
My heart once used to see

— The End —