The Feeling

All she does is isolate

Hoping one day

It'll all come her way

She thinks of a date

She hopes to end it all

By tying the rope

All because she can't cope

So she removes the chair

And then she falls

No One knew she was depressed

Because her chest was pressed

So she couldn't cry

She had to try

But the rope around her neck

The lamp in the tub

The blade across her veins

The pills in her hand

The gun in her mouth

Her last breath 

Till she finally rests

That's what she felt was best

But we didn't want death

The feeling when u are about to move the chair

The feeling when u are about to plug the lamp in

The feeling of the blade sliding across your veins

The feeling before u swallow the pills

The feeling when the guns in your mouth

You know that would be the end

So she tried to send

Her note

That she, herself, wrote

You realize that's what u want 

But that'll haunt 

All those who taunt

And that's what society caused 

Her death in her hand

Listening to her favorite band

And that was her end

~Courtney~