The tears i cry are made of blood
as it flows down my arm and onto the floor
I sit and think "why me?, what did i do?"
another rock flys throught the window
and i cry some more the tears hit the ground
I can't cry im 16 so with the knife in my hand i cut out the eyes that dispell the tears.

I lay there cold and numb the sight is gone.
My friend comes in and sees me lying cold and unmoving
she checkes my puls there isin't one
she tells the others with tears in her eyes
she gives them my last words


                     "Good Bye"