Letting it get the better of me

everyday we fight
and it makes me so sad
i cry every night
surrounded in darkness
there is no light
o think what should i do
i could run and hide
no i will commit suicide
i say goodbye
but they do not know what i am about to do
i dont want this to hurt you
i think about heavan will it be better
i go upstairs
and write a letter
to my fiends my family
i wonder will they beable to sleep
i cut my throat and lay in a heep
i scream in pain
my family does not care they think i am insane
i remain on the floor and my eyes start to blurr
blackness surrounding
i feel pounding
i turn to see
me
smiling
the inner me crying
now i know what to choose
dying

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LovE ANd rOcKEtS!
CHRISTINA