I hope i die very soon
i look up, the clock struck noon
i cut my wrists make myself bleed
the knife is the only thing i need
i think about how i use to be such a good writer
as i sit here feeling lighter
you won dad you won
now i only have about one minute left only one
i can see my funeral and everyone wondering why?
my lifes been so messed up since my dad lied
and since my sister died
i look down stare at the knife which is full of my blood
and i pass out as it starts to flood
