Vixie
Why?
Copyright, Vixie
As the crimson river flows,
I sit and wonder why?
Only regret and betrayal,
Are spilt out of my eyes.
Why was I ever given life,
To take it from myself?
Why do people say things,
Regardless of my health.
Words can pierce the heart,
Like razors pierce the skin,
And if they’re left to fester,
They cause great pain within.
People only seem to care,
When already you have died,
Then they start to realise,
They caused your suicide.
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