Forsaken

I have mended my broken heart before,
but now it's shattered all over the floor,
I tried to regain all of my lost love,
and I knelt down to pray to Heaven above,
For help to find the pieces and to put them back,
and to try to fill in all of the hidden cracks.
But Heaven wouldn't answer, I was alone,
I guess my friends were right, I guess I was shown.
You aren't there for me,
Now the pain no one will see.
In the depths of a corner where I dwell,
I have forsaken Heaven and gone to hell.
I asked Satan to take the pain away,
he told me to watch you for just another day.
I watched you close although my heart it hurt,
when it was over, I got a razor and removed my shirt.
Down my arm I carved your name,
I was out to kill this time, not to maim.
All over my pretty pink floor I bled,
then I lay still and was finally dead.

Left me alone

You did it again, you left me alone,
by myself to face the night on my own,
I told you I could not stay by myself
but you left me, and I went for the razor up on the shelf.
I didn't want to do it, but you promised me,
but I was alone, why couldn't you see?
I was shaking when across my wrist I cut,
in my ear echo's your words, "I do care, but..."
With a bloody towel I dried my tearful eyes,
and tried to forget all of your terrible lies,
From my eyes another tear fell,
as I closed them and opened them back to the depths of hell.
To this eternity I didn't want to be a part,
But you placed me here when you broke my heart,
You left me alone,
To face the night on my own.

I slipped away quietly

I slipped away quietly so no one could hear,
Deep in the darkness so no one saw the tears,
No one would notice my presence was gone,
No one would find me till way after dawn.
With shaky hands I carefully tied the noose,
I checked it once, then twice to make sure it wasn't loose,
I hung it from the ceiling and checked it once more,
Then I climbed down and crossed the room to lock the door.
I quickly slipped in my small, round head,
and hoped and prayed that I soon would be dead,
I kicked over the big wooden chair,
and in my face fell my soft blond hair,
I did it ever so quietly so no one could hear,
and down my cheek fell one last lonesome tear.