To have people tell my Im dead
They tell me they dont cary
How do I survive the torture
The torture of them seing me sad
Crying while they dance and laugh
at how my life ends the questions
I asked will stay unanswered
My life will grow black and
I will not survive
One person cared and tried to
save my life yet he failed and
I thank him
And thanks to him heart heart heart
I knw how to survive
Mrs.Pattinson
