So, I glanced up at the sky,
Wishing that I could fly,
Far away from here,
So, I crept downstairs,
And with angry glares,
Picked up a knife,
And the emotions I couldn't fight,
And I ran up in my room,
I knew that the flowers would never bloom,
In the place I was going,
The sky being to glow,
And the wind began to blow,
As I held my wrist wide,
I could see my veins side by side,
I held the knife tight,
But a sudden...