“I sit here by myself, thinking of suicide I look at a knife, wanting to commit suicide I look at a photo, hating my life Telling myself, suicide stops the pain I turn the lights off, alone in dark Reaching for the knife, thats going to take it away I think of certain people, they dont care For the first time, I think of myself I dig the knife, into part of my skin Letting all of my blood, pour out Im not dying quick enough, so another cut I make Then a final cut on my neck, and a stab in my heart”
