I have tried to tell you about my pain,
I have so many thoughts- running through my brain,
This life in which i have led,
has consisted of me, wishing i was dead,
So many words of evil and hate,
I could have got help, but now it's too late,
My soul is twisted- my walls are closing in,
Now my bullies, can now hold a grin,
Because i'm digging the knife in deep,
and if i know i'll die before i sleep,
Because i won't take another day,
Of hearing what they've got to say,
I'm sorry about the blood on the floor,
You won't have to worry about my mess any more,
So this is it, this is my good bye,
I love you, but now its my time to die.
Hey if you need someone to talk to, i know you don't know me but, I'm here.
think of me as a guardian angel...
You'll never meet me but you know somewhere out there I exist.