• I don't sniffle..
    I don't make a sound..
    I was known to be quiet..
    So the tears just drip down..

    I'm known as the quiet school girl..
    That once was free..
    This doesn't mean,
    that the past doesn't haunt me..

    I sit in my room, crying alone..
    No ones awake, to pick up the phone..
    The people I need the most are sleeping in their bed..
    And too much s h i t is running through my head..
    My thoughts are killing me..
    I'm practically dead..
    I can't wait untill I'm 21 ro put the gun right up to my head..

    People talked me out of it..
    But this time..
    I got my mind set..
    I'm tired of dying..