Desperate Thoughts

by Vanessa Sixx
(Brighton,Colorado,US)

Holding the blade to my vein, my life ends slowly in vein. As the sirens scream throughout the cold desperate night, the parent's sit at home and fight. Slowly the lit candle burns out, and all I hear is someone shout. I lay bleeding and think of you and how it could have been, so true. My scars still show up to this day,and I sit alone and wonder...what price did you pay?