I hear the laughter of little kids
this isnt the first time this has happened
and i know this isnt the last time its gonna happen either
they are my friends
my sweet sweet friends....
they always tell me to kill
but i dont always listen
until this one time
he he he
sometimes it drives me crazy
but then i think
i was born crazy
i stand here infront of the mirrors
bringing the blade closer closer to my neck
should i do it?
one swipe of the blade and BOOM
everything is gone
the pain
the misery
the depression
im free at last
now its only me and my friends
alone
darkness surrounds us
