My life is so worthless
I'm nothing anymore
My mind is so numbed
My heart is so sore
So I take my little razor
And drag it up my arms
I grab all my pills
Addicted to self harm
I lay down on my bed
Spell 'perfect' with my blood
Maybe this will send the message
I am better off gone
But as the darkness seems to take me
I realize I am wrong
This world is nothing
The pain will be gone
I didn't have to do this
I didn't need to take my life
I could have grown up
I didn't have to hide
Help someone save my
What have I done
My heaven has ended
And my true hell has begun
(This is supposed to say that at least when you're on earth, alive, you know what to expect, but when you're dead....not so much.)
