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.
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