Suicidal Ballerinas, by Broken-Hearted Angel.

Suicidal ballerinas dance along this stage, twisting, turning and fallen from grace. They are a profound trinity, divine in my eye. Beautiful young souls meant to die. The first ballerina dances with knives, alone on this stage she sits and starts to cry. She dances her dance thru out her teenage years and then picks up the knife without any fear. Cuts away the life and dance on her 15th year. The second ballerina dances with pills taking one every minute looking in fear, she could have stopped at five, even at ten but she kept on taking til she reached the bottles end. All she wanted was to make the pain stop now as you watch her fall to the floor this beautiful ballerina shall finally drop. The last ballerina dances with a gun leaping and running while loading the gun. She runs to the audience and screams "THIS IS NOT AN ACT" she pulls the trigger, blood splattered angel falls to the ground. Silence fills the room of a crowd. All of a sudden a roar of praise and glory appears in the crowd, they are clapping, throwing white roses filled with tears and screams "BRAVO" out loud. But the audience doesn't see that the girls are really dead. They only see the act that they put into there head.