Each minute goes by, hours gradually pass
I’m fragile and weak like I’m made out of glass
The hurt is so much, so deep and so wide
The pain will not heal; it will not subside
What would you do if you got desperate enough?
When it’s a living hell and each day is so tough
Would you overdose on pills? One by one
Or slice up your wrists; like I would have done
Each cut goes deeper and the pain feels right
As more blood drips out your head starts to feel light
Your skin turns pale, a deadly white shade
And things start to seem better as life starts to fade
There would be no more crying until your eyes get sore
Yearning for normality would be no more
You don’t fit in no matter how hard you try
The only escape was for you to die
By Gemma Lansdowne 24/10/01