Who has come to understand the pain of a broken heart?
The subtle stinging at the beginning, and the scar that makes it's mark
The tears that slowly come and the tears that last so long
How the world can seem so empty, and happiness so wrong
Where blood seems so tempting and death a dream come true
Where the world of darkness, once frightening, seems a beauty new
When you sit around and welcome the thoughts of suicide
When you know that you may run but never can you hide
How the magic of the world, the trees, the sun, the life
Cannot compare to the blackness and beauty of the knife
With crimson colored gore that seeps across your arm
The sensation of such stinging pain has a certain charm
Counting down the days and waiting for the end
Never knowing when or if your heart will ever mend
The ghostly faces of the past and the ones that haunt you so
With feelings of rage and hate that you can never let go
Living each hour and forcing yourself to live another day
With people who claim they care but never listening to what they say
With one more step towards the edge of the cliff
Only one more pill, one more not, one more knife can end it
A suicide note scrawled messily sitting on the floor
And a life that slowly ends, a life that is no more
