I am so lonely and sad.
I grieve for what I need.
Do me a favor and take this razor.
Slice it into my vein.
My razor is like my poison.
It relaxes my emotions.
Now it's wearing off,
And I'm ready to take this knife,
To end my life.
All this pain that I have,
Gained for so many years is,
Now coming to an end.
This is a formal way of killing myself,
In a normal way.
Some people say I'm psychotic.
Ha "no way!" I am just me.
Can't you see what my life,
Has done to me?
I am trying to escape from this memory of being beaten.
I can't deny this anymore.
I am ready to meet the heaven above.
This I must not ignore anymore.
I am ready to meet the heaven up above.
