My Thoughts

Wild thoughts running through my mind.
Should I go through with it?
Should I run and hide?
I had the knife all ready.
Laid right on the vein.
But I just couldn't bring myself to kill me that day.

After that night,
I've had many nights the same
I've wanted to do it
So it could be me who was to blame

I thought it was all your fault
Or yours, or yours, or yours
But it was really mine you see
Not any of yours only me

I was the one who made my life suck
I was the one who made it rough
It wasn't your fault
So don't think it was.

So, when I really decide to apply that pressure
Enough to make me die
Please don't think it was your fault
Just please remember me