Your body cold as ice
Your skin pail the moon
Your lips are blue and I'm scared
You can't hear me speak
You can't see me weap
All you can do is lay still and do nothing
You should never have hurt yourself
Never have used that rope
In the barn we found you
You face tilted to the sky everything limp
I can still see the marks on your neck from the struggle
In that cascet of lonelyness and dispare
You seem as if you only sleep
and then the truthful pain hits
I see the flowers all around
Your parents weep and I do to
but at least you don't suffer any longer