Deep inside I silently scream and shout
This agony is unbearable, my life’s turning into pieces
I start to think of a way out, but then I doubt
All they do is stare...like I’m a weird type of species
Everyday while people talk and play I sit by myself in the shade
All I wish for is to fit in and for a little love
My substitute for this shameful pain is a razor blade
Sometimes I wish I could be a fly away dove
I go home knowing I’ll be all alone but
It’s not a surprise at all
So while alone I take the blade and begin to cut
I pray everyday asking God “why am I the one that always will fall?â€
Slitting my wrist isn’t enough now
I don’t want to live this waste of a life
So I’ll end it, and they’ll know how
And tomorrow I will take the butcher knife
It was a long lonely day
I began to worry and cried
I shouldn’t worry though because soon I’ll be gone away
For I shall have killed myself and died
