• Palms sweating heart racing

    I think shes gonna die

    Her chest tightens gasping for air she begins to cry

    Recurring visions cloud her tortured mind

    Relief from this she could never find

    Slowly her vision begins to blur

    Every thought she had thinking of her

    Her broken heart she could not mend

    She tried so hard just to make it end

    The pain so intense she can hardly stand

    Tightly grasping the barrel in her hand

    Losing consciousness she begins to fall

    Mad at the world she wants to forget it all

    But tears of the memory fill her eyes

    She regains consciousness to my surprise

    Trying now to numb the pain

    A jagged knife right through her vein

    With out a flinch she begins to bleed

    Into death and now shes freed