I use to hate
I use to cut
I use to die
Everyday inside
I use to write
Suicide notes
I use to have a
councilor
I use to plan dates
To kill myself
I use to love
Razor blades
I use to want to
Die
And finish off life
But now I have
A reason to live
And no tear stained
Roses will be on
My grave
Because when i die
People will say
"Well, it's about time!"
