This is the last time,this is the last rhyme,i will write because of you,all this hurt inside,all this pain i hide,will never seem to get through.
I thought i was your daughter,the one that you should love,but i feel like I've been driven,to belong so high above.I used to cut and bleed,and the urge that went away,has come back again to haunt me,and this time it's gonna stay.But this time i will not fight it,as i slowly roll up my sleeve,tonight i will be dying,so it's time for me to leave.
I know that I'm not wanted,when i look into your eyes,so please don't keep it in,there's nothing that you should hide.release your inner feelings,I'm already broken and bruised,i won't continue any longer,and no longer shall i be used.
This time i will not blame myself,for something you have caused,but this time i will be thanking you,and you shall be applaud.For weakening up my body,and screwing up my head,imagine all the credit you'll get,especially when i am dead.
I will not be saying goodbye,that's something you don't deserve,you blocked me out,i will scream and shout,and in death i will be heard.
So say goodnight to your daughter,this will be the last goodbye,do it now,and I'll show you how,when you look me in the eye.
And before i find that knife,the one that'll end this hell,I'll let you know,before i go,that I've never..EVER BEEN WELL!!!
