My Knife

I hold this knife to my wrist,
Shaking slightly towards my skin,
A silent tear falls down my cheek,
I'm about to commit this horrible sin.

No one knows the pain I go through,
They don't give a freaking care,
I'm so alone in this world,
I can just no longer bare.

I'm expected to be there for everyone,
When no one's there for me,
They don't know the hell I go through,
No one seems to see.

Theres no purpose to my life,
No one gives a crap about it,
They walk all over me,
And tear me up bit by bit.

Now I hold an empty bottle,
The room's beginning to spin,
I can't see anything,
My depression's about to win.

The knife has reached my skin,
And I see the blood pour down,
Maybe one day I'll feel whole again,
And my face won't bear a frown.

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