Walking alone,
I try to hide,
All my insecurity’s,
Fight back the tears,
As I close my eyes,
Thoughts running,
Across my mind,
Why am I not able,
To turn to you,
I thought you,
Were going to be there,
When really,
You don’t even care,
I finally reach home,
Where still I am alone,
Lost in my pain,
Drowned in my thoughts,
I turn to the only thing,
That’s really going to cost,
Then useless knife,
The one to end my life,
I take it ever so gently,
Holding it to the core of my skin,
Nothing else matters,
It has to be the end,
Cut one was for my life,
Nothing in it ever went rite,
Cut two was for you,
You know how you did me wrong,
I am staring to be dizzy,
And unsteady on my feet,
One more will do it,
Cut three was for me,
All of my life I lived a lie,
And now there’s no reason to cry,
My knife clatters o the floor,
As do I,
It is my silent plea,
There’s going to be no one,
Who will miss me.
