R.I.P

i sit at your grave on my hands and knees crying out to God begging and asking please save this young girl from herself as she runs from the pain she once felt she cuts to kill she learned to not cry it eases the pain to not know inside life was too hard for her so she thinks so im on the ground begging to God please dont take her away yet dont let her die shes only fourteen she has her whole life. i stand in the rain flowers in one hand dressed in all black why couldnt she understand life isnt about death its about your time you cant make it happen just like i cant make this ryme it just does death isnt as exiting as being alive R.I.P kristin mceenly hopefully you now have a better life.