Walk into your room,
Close the door behind you,
Turn the music up loud,
So no one will hear you scream your lungs out,
Get some paper and a pen,
At least they will know you've gone then,
Push the pen into your arm,
Now you have a memorable charm,
Write crimson on the peice of paper,
Maybe it will make a noticable statement later,
Write until your hand bleeds,
Then maybe they will see your needs,
Open the window on the 2nd floor,
I wish they had though about this before. |
