there so much i cant bare to let out
theres to much screaming
i can barely hear me out
i can only see whats in the very front
of me , its my knife
its the chioice that i can have it or i can leave it all behind
i can continue living the way i am
whithout peace or joy or happines
barelybreathing
holding onto nothing
but then i think i do hvae poeple that care
they do want me to stay here
i can cut jsut deep enought o brake the skin
or deep enough to die if i trace my wrist
or i can leave it all behind
and never cut again
this knife holds so many broken memoires
i just cant go on
the hardest challnege when your weak
is convincing yourself to stay strong
so now im facing teh chance of a lifetime
the chance ill never get again if i take it
so now im just sittin on my bed
hollowed eyed
from teh relization of teh pain and the suffeing of all thats dead
and listeing to thethings
if no one stopped me i would never hear again
breathing in teh gas poisin
i would never bretah again
seeing the photos of all the faces
i would never see again
so here im now

seeing only whats infront of me
its m knife the chance of a lifetime
teh hardest chioce
i can leave it all
oor i can leave it all behind

 
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