she was beautiful
she was a mother
she was younger than i

she self medicated
she couldn't take it
she never woke up

her mother cried
her father cried
i cried falling asleep

she died lost
she died alone
They won't release the body

she was my family
she was one of two
i'm now the only granddaughter

She is kind in heart,
but her soul seems dark.
{Yet when you prevail through the darkness}
In her mind you'll
notice
a bright,
shinning light.
And you will be overwhelmed,
with
a feeling of
Bliss.

I did it again.
{The bad thing}
Turning my pain
into liquid once again.
...
I felt at ease,
As I wrote on the wall,
In blood it read.
...
{I want to turn my pain into liquid}
it's only a matter of time,
Before the poor soul,
finds my message.
...
{On the bathroom wall}