----Whispers in the wind
the wind blowing getting bigger,
its urging me to pull the trigger,
"go on little girl it won't hurt,
just let the blood seep in your shirt"
I keep saying its not right
but my mind says it will end the fight
the rain starts falling
and the wind is calling
"take your life no one would care
take your life, no one was there"
i think about these words again
and think back to how it began
it began cutting my arm
because i liked harm
now its all the way to suicide
and if anyone would care if i really did die
a shakey hand picks up the gun
one bullet, just one
tears start to fall once more
thoughts rushing back to me like before
I can't do this, i can't die
i can't stand to see my friends cry
my family and friends clouded in pain
i couldn't hurt them for me being insane
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