Sixteen and dead

One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four
There are demons at my door
Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
Eight
Sent by Satan, can't be late
Nine cut
Ten cut
Eleven cut
Twelve
I let them in, and now they dwell
Thirteen cut
Fourteen cut
Fifteen cut
Sixteen
Enough with the blades. Tighten the rope, pull the trigger. I'm gone. Sixteen cuts, a blue neck and a bullet in my head. I'm sixteen and I'm dead.

My mother cried
As my soul died
I knew what was coming
Down below I would go
Red lines dancing on my skin
Pain from my neck running to my chin
Time to meet Satan, there is no return
Suicide at sixteen, I didn't learn.
Sixteen cuts, a blue neck and a bullet in my head. I'm sixteen, and I'm dead.

Don't be angry
Don't be disappointed
It was my time to leave
I wasn't anointed
With love and with care
And a stupid dare
Took me straight to the coffin
And down to hell
Where my demons dwell
Sixteen cuts, a blue neck and a bullet in my head. I'm sixteen, and I'm dead.

May my soul rest in peace
And may you learn from my mistakes
I didn't ask for help
And now its too late
I killed myself
A stupid way out
I had no one to talk to
No voice to shout
I guess I'm better off dead
I was a hazard to society
I had nowhere to run
So I ran to the blade, the rope and the gun
You don't have to
It's not too late
Talk to someone before you have sixteen cuts, a blue neck and a bullet in your head. Get help before you're sixteen and dead.