I sit here by myself, thinking of suicide
I look at a knife, want to commit suicide
I look at a photo, hating my life
telling myself, suicide stops the pain
I turn the lights off, alone in the dark
reaching for the knife, that's going to take the pain away
I think of certain people, they don't care
for the first time, I think of myself
I dig the knife, into part of my skin
letting all of my blood, pour out
I'm not dying quick enough, so another cut I make
then a final cut on my neck, and a stab in my heart
