I close my eyes at da sight of the blood
bang my head at the thought of the word 'DEAD'
scream so loud to block out there crying
ask god why im still surviving ?
i hold the blade til my hand starts to bleed
then hide the cut with the bottom of my sleeve
i look up to god and start to pled
' GOD SHOULD I STRANGLE MYSELF WITH THE COMPUTER LEAD'
another year...
and im still not better
shud i commit suicide and leave a letter
will i change like changing weather
should i stay strong and pray 4 da better.
