As I look back on this life of mine,
I see there is nothing left to live for.
I am alone, away from everyone.
Why should I go on living?
I can only blame myself for my sorrow.
I push the blade harder until I see a trickle,
Why did it have to come to this,
my life was considered perfect on the outside...but on the inside I was screaming...
I was screaming to be set free,
away from all the pain.
I ask myself what is to become of me,
then begin to tremble,
I drop the knife.
Why can't I do it, Why?
I don't wish to live this life of mine, I wish to die.
I need to get away from all the pain,
So why can't I do it?
Soon my pain will end.
All the feeling has drained from my being and I am numb.
I begin to feel weak,
as my life passes before my eyes the darkness comes...Soon I will be gone and there will be no more pain...