The best thing about tonight
is shes not fighting
Running down the street
she drops to her knees
She whispers "please"
As her cross is in her hands.
Blood runs down her arms
The rain starts to sting
People, everywhere, calling for her
but she cant hear them
Her sight is set on him
Calling to her, but its not true
He doesnt want her, and she knows
Her only words are, i cant do this anymore.
The blood isnt dripping anymore,
its forming like puddles around her.
They tried to save her, but it was too late
Maybe this was her only fate.
By, Bobbi Brooks.