by Autumn Rose
Of a little girl, who believes suicide is acceptable.
Emptiness calls from the shadows,
nothing but lonely meadows.
Transparent evil creeps,
while the blood seeps.
Suicide is a decision,
for her... a head on collision,
Before you bully think a lot,
her name won't be forgot!
SEE what you put her through?
Hard to believe it was because of you?
no.. no, YOU certainly did it!
Yes, in hell you can hold your guilt.