Her blood dripped down her arms As she wrote letters When said goodbye to the world Yet I didn’t get to say goodbye to her what a cruel world Not even a clue how to deal with depression She just had to cope on her own She couldn’t tell anyone As her body dropped to the floor
She’s now
Gone
I lost someone I loved dearly to suicide I miss her She was and still is my muse
It’s too difficult and meaningful to give a tittle sorry