Die now or die later, I put myself under this pressure every day with the knife above my arm, I remember how much I hate her, and I think to myself what would it harm? The knife slips and i squeal in pain, this has caused to much shame, i never really planned on it being now, i can already hear them asking why and how?...suicide is the ultimate sin, but now i know i win, they never thought i really would, they never thought i really could, i showed them wrong, i lived not too long, and now im gone, done with all the pain, no more crying in the rain, they never knew about my scars, they always kept me behind too many bars, kept too protected and too shy, i can hear them say why, and now my friends u know the truth...
