She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding from every cut her body consumed. She had no friends at school, all alone she sat. And if someone were to notice she would blame the cat. But those cuts on her wrist are no mistake, But no one cared enough to save her from this self hate. Things were going down, Never really up. And here she is now, Stuck in this stupid rut. She knew exactly what she had to do next, Just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck. She wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild, " Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?" But she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame, It was the world that should bow it's head in shame. She stood up on the chair, And looked out at the moon. Just don't think, It'll all be over soon. The chair fell down, As she took her final breathe. It's all over, all gone, Now she's greeting death.
Courtney Parker : “ Her Last Words “ ~ I’m in fear of myself....afraid and alone. I have no control...so please take hold.