This is the only way,
to ever make the pain go away,
by making the blood ceape through my veins,
with the knife in my hand and the tears from my face.
They both collide together to end this dreadful fate,
now more then ever.
When it comes to the end everyone always cries,
but did they ever stop to ask themselves why?
They never understood me when I was alive,
so what makes them care , when I died.
