So many people will never understand,
the perfect death that i had planned.
Why can't you open your eyes and see,
all i want to do is just be me.
Torn between two i love,
trying to seek guidance from god above.
Everone turning their backs like it's nothing,
kills me inside i'm dieing and suffering.
I don't know how to get rid of the pain,
What can i do there's nothing to gain.
So today i drew a picture one with a twist,
I drew it with a razor and i drew it on my wrist.
With time, like a fountain the blood began to pour,
My wrists are so sore, i can't take it anymore.
The hate the pain, the loathing,the madness,
The death, the lies the hurt and the sadness.
Finally there was a night that saw me cry,
alive when inside i thought i'd die.
Pounding on the walls of my brain,
fist bleeding going insane.
 
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