So many scar's,
So many bruises.
Why am I always the one,
That the world abuses?
Sitting alone in the dark.
Left standing in the rain.
Why don't I just end the suffering,
The torment and the pain?
My will to live is gone,
And my patience is dead.
The rope pulled tight around my neck,
The barrel pressed against my head.
I take a deep breath,
And the tear's begin to fall.
Nothing matter's anymore.
I'm ending it all.
I shut my eye's tight,
Nothing make's a sound.
The bullet is released,
And the gun fall's to the ground.
The tear's finally stop,
And the blood begin's to flow.
Carved into my arm is a message,
So all of you will know.
My body hang's there,
And sway's in the wind.
I'm gone and it's over.
This is the end.
 
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