Things Are Still Now...

things were still now, her arm was cold with ruff clinging blood
she didnt move.
for things didnt matter any more, she didnt have to care.
she locked away all the pain, and waited for death to come.
she looks at the dead roses from a past love, and thinks
you dont have to frett anylonger, death will come, the pain will stop
all is well again, with out me, with out this life will be more calm
it will make more sence, you'll see
she layed her head back against the wall
feeling it cold and hard against her body, she was reminded
once more that life wouldnt give her any chance to live a good life
and that there would only be unforgiving times
her head began to spin it was harder to breathe now
not much longer and she can go home
the anticipation is terrable
just one last hold that life has on her
her feet go numb
just one less thing to feel pain
she closes her eyes
she takes in one last raw breath
from this cold cruel place
she is free