What Not To Say

My heart throbs as my mind explain.
Why my eyes are red and my head in pain.
My throat sore and bosom growing
As something resemble the wind blowing.

The hurt in my parents eyes as I see them cry.
Is another reason why I hoped to die.
The grip of the water against my neck.
I could feel my life ending quick..

The water sating in my nose
I can feel my eyes getting swollen-
The regret of hoping that lust would gain.
The feeling of love once again.

Although I knew I was to young
The reason was to not be wrong
But as my life slowly decay
I know what not to say.