• My thoughts get heavy and heavy,

    but I can drive them like a working chevy.

    The pain don't fill real,

    so I cut my self then I shrill.

    While I watch the bloode pouring in the sink,

    my mom's face goes completely pink.

    She dials 911 to get no answer,

    she sinks to the floor like an ancor.

    I lie on the floor crying and rocking,

    while I hear my mom shouting or talking.

    These thoughts got lighter and lighter,

    while the lights go brighter and brighter.