Its raining outside
i feel so alone
i feel as if no one cares
my life is a blur to me
i look at these cuts and bruises
and i think to myself
why should i go on
I'm trapped in this world
of hate and misunderstandings
abuse and lies is all i get
drugs being the only thing left
helping me get buy
but sometimes its just not enough
thunder roars as i lie awake
thinking to myself
why do i put up with everything
its late now
I'm all alone
thinking what else do i have left
what is there to loose
no one knows me
nobody even bothers to care
and even if they did
they wouldn't understand
all this pain
i have bottled up
lightning keeps flashing
my life is like a worthless
bottom pit of hell
happiness only being a pigment of my imagination
i think to myself
there is nothing left
as i light my last joint
take one big hit
i pick up my knife
and as the last thunder roars
i feel the blade rip my wrists
