Die Young, Die Pretty!

Die young
die pretty
leave things unsaid
unspoken

leave people hurt
wondering
stuck forever in the skin
you died in

hung from a rafter
of the roof above
sick of the torment
the memories

swallow all the pills
in hope of better
no more life
should be better

the cold barrel
to my head
pull the trigger
for I am dead

never a heartbeat
ever again
never another
breath of air

six feet under
in the grimy dirt
lay flowers at my grave
for my fate sealed

no fancy funeral
for no one cared
just a simple grave
for me alone