Blood Stained Love Note

Music playing,
in foreground.
Parents screaming,
in background.
Or is that the voices,
in my own head?
I think,
those are my voices.

Chest pains,
beads of sweat.
Door locked,
mind closed off.

Depression,
kicks in.
Pretending it doesn't matter,
is my true quality.
I pretend,
well.
Fake people,
and painted on smiles.

"Is something wrong,"
they whisper.
"Is she okay,"
they say.
"Is she dead,"
they cry.

Scars,
on her wrists.
Words,
etched in her mind.
Love,
carved on her heart.
Questions,
left unanswered.

Why,
did she do it?
Who,
did she do it for?
How,
did she do it?

Why,
she couldn't take it.
Who,
her family and one person.
How,
cause of death unknown.

Her ghost,
now scans the town.
Her lust lover,
is happy.
Her family,
is not in grief.
Her friends,
go about everyday.
There's this one,
that prays every night.
Her name is written,
everywhere in her heart.

A letter written,
but never given.
Stains of,
blood.
This one girl,
finds that letter.
It's addressed to,
her.

As following,
reads:
"Don't follow my path,
I see you around.
Suicide,
is not the answer.
You might think,
I didn't notice.
I noticed everyday,
that you saw me too.
Don't follow my path,
I'll always love you."

So she saved this letter,
and kept it away.
Every night,
she reads it.
Then once again,
she closes it.
Forever and always,
kept in secret.
There lies the,
blood stained love note.