This Is The End

I Just Wanna Grab That Pointy End,

Of A Pen And Just Make This End,

Each Night I Cry Myself To Sleep,

Shedding Tears While Counting Sheep,

And These Wounds Hurt Because There So Deep,

Not Showing Scars So People Won't Call Me A Creep,

I Wanna Get A Blade And Just Stab Myself,

Or Just Stop & Just Pop Pills,

But Why Can't I Do It,

I Mean Like Everyday I Feel Like Shit,

I'm Not The Strongest Nor The Smartest,

I'm Actually The Most Hated,

Peer Pressure Got To Me I Feel Baited,

I Don't Think I Deserve This Life,

Lord Just Hand Me That Knife,

I Want To End This Nightly Fight,

But Will I End It Tonight,

Fought Myself Every Night,

Wanna Jump Of A Roof To Catch Flight,

Kick A Wolf To See How Hard It Bites,

Because Loneliness Got To Me,

But I Hide It So No One Can See,

So I Act Happy To Mask My True Feelings,

But It Reality I Just Wanna Grab My Throat For Me To Stop Breathing,

Shop In A Gun Store So I Can Just Spend,

So I Can Buy An Item To Show This Is The End.