I am made of skin, and have a heart.
I love my family,
I could never fall apart.
Until you came along,
Nothing to do, but lie in the mudd
and sing my new death song.
I seek anger in your eyes.
Watching my every move,
to class and more,
they were your little spies.
I came home, with scratches, and blood.
I felt like I was alone,
I thought I was not loved.
My parents started to fight.
It gave me a big fright.
I sat in my room.
Deep in the corner,
falling in my doom.
I thought, "Why not? There is nothing worth living for."
I picked up the rope, the one I have not used before.
"Goodbye"
It's time to die.
I tie the rope into two knots.
Stacked my disc as if they were stairs or blocks.
I said, "One, two, three"
I can already feel the bleed.
Next thing I knew,
I was in Hell.
I herd a tick, tock, next a bell.
I thought my life was bad,
and now it's worse.
Do I have to deal with this for the rest of my life?
"Oh, yes. Just a tad." The dark voice answered back.
