18 pils
here in front of me.
pils to kill
and a botle of water.
16 pils.
stil here.
and a knife.
waiting to be jused.
12 pils.
and a depressed girl.
with bleeding risks.
crying.
8 pils.
all the others,
are already gone.
and a litle bit of water.
5 pils.
killing.
a spacing girl.
and a bloody knife.
one pill.
and a happy girl.
for the first time
in a long time smiling.
nothing.
a happy sick girl.
is all.
and blood.
nothing.
a bloody knife.
and a empty botle of water.
is all what is left.
'cause everything else
is gone.
dead.
like nothing happend.
exhapt.
that one girl.
that just killed herself.
with hate and pain.
but nothing happend.
it seems