My once little death note has gotten long,
Coming into this world must've been wrong.
I seriously hope I'm making the right choice,
Inside my head is a little voice.
Telling me that I need to go,
And I know I do; My soul's so low.
As I slit my throat, I hope to die,
Thoughts of living are a lie.
And as I am slowly dying,
I strangely feel like non stop crying.
There's not any regret in my mind,
Most of my life, I just couldn't find.
It's amazing though how no one cared,
Or at least that thought, they never shared.
I just wondered every day,
If my life was the price to pay.
I guess it was, and it's too late to turn back,
And right now life is what I lack.
I just wish someone would've loved me,
I'm just not good enough though you see.
