Times got rough and I wanted to end my life,
I thought as I sat there holding the knife,
What would it be like without me here?
Knowing that time may soon be near.
Will they care at all if I die?
Will anyone even cry?
I'm sick of always feeling sad.
And always making my family mad.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep,
And hearing promises they'll never keep.
I move the knife closer to my limb,
And see the light outside getting dim.
I push the knife into my flesh,
Watching the blood flow down, fresh.
The pain makes my body flinch.
The length of the cut is about an inch.
I can feel the blood trickling down.
Just thinking of how no one wants me around.
I drop the knife and start to cry,
Thinking do I really want to die?
I think back remembering one friend.
Who said he would love me until the end.
If his love is really true,
Then this pain I could not put him through.
I know he would miss me if I was gone.
Would he be able to carry on?
I am his only true friend,
And I gotta be here for him until the end.

 
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