As i sit on my bed,
thinking over memories going thourgh my head,
things saying i should be dead.
As i take this knife,
thats is going to take my life.Putting it to my wrist,
How i cant resist.
All the pain,
everyone says i have gone insane,
but how am i sapose to explane,
all the pain.
Everyday at skool,
everyone thinkin there so kool.
When it comes to me,
noone can not see,
the more they tease,
it builds higher n higher in me.
Now as i see the blood,
it poors out like a flood.
It feels so good,
but i think if it could,
will it,
I start to cut deeper,
then i start to get weeker.
Soon i fall to the floor,
now i can be happy n soar!