Picture Perfect Suicide

Perfect grades, many friends;
think of how this will all end.
Perfect smile, happy dreams;
at least that's how it may seem.

Fake a laugh, fake that smile;
hold that disguise up for a while.
Cry those tears, let them fall;
ignore the voices as they call.

The knocks on the door, the voices you hear;
they're of everyone you hold so dear.
Think it over, think it through.
The cuts on your wrist are very new.

You cut so deep, the blood willl flow,
fade in and out, dying is slow.
Darkness covers every last part.
Breath is shallow; what's stopped is your heart.

Picture perfect is no more,
out your veins blood still pours.
The last thing falls is a tear;
Picture Perfect Suicide happened here......