In The Dark

I sit in the dark,
With a knife in my hand.
Thought are whirling through my head,
Of the life I cannot stand.

Faces staring at me,
Chanting words that hurt and sting.
But this knife can take it all away,
The pain of everything.

I take a deep breath,
And force myself to think.
Of why I'm about to do what Ill do,
And the truth makes my heart sink.

I've taken to much sh!t,
To much pain, too much hurt.
The family I once trusted,
Now leave blood stains on my shirt.

I cannot stand a mother who hates me,
Or a father who's going mad.
I've got to the point where I give up,
I've gone way way beyond sad.

I'm depressed, I am tired,
I'm just totally sick of life.
My life is over, Ive accepted that,
So now I take this knife.

So I sit in the dark,
And cut until I see red.
And in a couple of minutes time,
I'm what I want to be - DEAD