and with that this tortured soul is drifting away
body laying beneath the ground
one suicide note
two parents in pain
three cut marks
four sobbing siblings
five broken friends
six feet underground

we write when we're at our weakest
we write when we've been cut open
we write when we're bleeding
we write when we're dying inside

Not all those who write are sad,
but all sad people write.

paralyzed
helpless
lost in thought

lost forever,
feet will not move,
for my mind travels far

bad day sad day want to just get through the day
crying dying that is all I feel today
full eyes no heart eyes I really dont feel good about this
filling with sorrow
joy no where to be found
what is lost can be found
years and tears down the road