 
She cut open her wrists,
and one last time said "Goodnight", But no love came to hold her, as the life danced from her eyes. She wrote one last poem, One last letter of pain, But no sorrow took hold of her, as the tears poured from her veins. She cried her last tears, and was finally set free, The chains that bound her are gone, as she slipped inside her dream. She has escaped a life that was cursed, and turned into butterflies, But with a sad smile she discovers, that even Angels cry. p.s confused? |
 August 13th im having a break seria,Kuala Belait,Brunei Darussalam working at Oil and Gas Industry Interests : ARTS, natures, Poetry, ♪ ♫ MUSICS ♪ ♫ studying Engineering Plant Engineering 08' |