“My heart sinks from depression, When all I can give is a dark, sad expression. I don't know why I'm still alive, When all I do is make my friends cry. I cry myself to sleep at night, Hoping that I could just die. My tears show every drop of my pain, Scarring my purple, pumping viens. My mind says that I'm a failure, Saying that I was a mistake to the creator. I am worthless and a burden, Shaking uncontrollably because I am hurting. I feel as though I am invisible, Never getting noticed by my friends, family or other people. I feel hated and uncared for, Because everyone is busy on their life's core. is there a drop of innocence left in me, Or should I turn towards the knife, to go and end my life? I turn towards the knife, One scar at a time. Noticing how worthless my life was, It wasn't worth a dime. One scar resembles my pain and suffering, Two scars resemble my doubt in living. Three scars take me down memory lane, The fourth scar told me, End your pain. Fear builds up inside me, Regretting everything. I take that sharp knife, Deep within me. Thinking, That cold, sharp steel isn't all that bad, Now my wish has come true, Never forget that.”
