“So much pain, I keep inside From this game, I always hide Noone knows, why I act the way I do because life blows, cuz of ppl like you I'm so stresserd out, lifes so hard all I do is pout, I'ma tard I'm so through with this, so tired of this life So I brace myself for the blades kiss, I love my knife I dig it deep into my skin, blood gushing out Hoping this is my end, believeing so without a doubt I wake up soaked in red, and reread what I wrote wondering how I am not dead, then tear up the note I begin to cry, wondering what I have to do Wishing I could just die, awondering if anyone knew God I hate this life, and it hates me I grab my knife, wishing to be free I stab it into my wrist, I lye on the floor finally ending this, Glad I will be nomore With my last breath, just about to die Happy for my death, I whisper goodbye”
