I think of suicide every day,
Sometimes cutting takes the pain away,
My friends look at my scars in disgust,
they don’t know, but cut i must,
a burn or a bruise,
i won’t win, i’ll lose,
a cut or a scar,
no shooting stars,
can grant my wish of being free,
can let me die, no more agony,
I want to leave,
No-one will grieve,
I’m useless, worthless, pointless,
I’m just a dissapointment,
Are you okay,
People may say,
Every time i lie,
I say i’m fine, but i cry,
Only on the inside,
I have to hide,
From the knife,
From the tradgedy of my life,
So please kill me now,
Is there another way, how?
I don’t see the light,
I can not fight,
Give me the benifit of the doubt,
There is no other way out.
I must decide,
If i will commit suicide.
