I sit in my room
thinking of my doom
I hold the blade to my skin
this endless fight ill never win
i need to pain to stop
who would have thought i would take my life
i wait for the blood to drop
my best friend is this knife
No one will understand
No one will know my plan
ill go to my room
lock the door
i won't leave a note
ill just lay on the floor
they will all guess why
i committed my suicide
