I stand at the bottom of the stairs
Standing there so tall
Wishing I could climb them
But it all just seems too far

I take the first step
An ounce of pain shoots
Then i want to cry in pain
Just wanted to come unloose

Take another step
With that same ounce of pain
Then another step
Again, and again

I finally reach the top
And look on down the hall
Im scared to take another step
Im scared that i could fall

I walk on
And see my wooden door
I push it open and see my mess
Lying on my floor

I stand there thinking
"Soon, I will be part of that mess,
I will be lying with this
I want to die!" i confess...

Sitting on my bed
I look under that pillow of white
Only to find that silver knife
I've hidden the other night

I pull it out
And sigh a little
It drags my skin slowly
And my blood begins to dribble

I see all the nothingness
The hollowness inside
My room fades to black
And I began to die

I fell off my bed
Into that mess on my floor
I knew my parents would cry
But gladly, thats something i cant do
Anymore
 
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