I'm sitting all alone thinking about my life.
I can't help but to shed a tear.
I want it all to end with my mothers knife.
And no seems to wanna help cuz no one is here
So i slit my wrist and watch them bleed
My blood is gushing out and dripping to the floor.
I cry and shake and cut once more
It'd be great if someone loved me, thats all i'd ever need
But no one seems to care about me,
Or what i'm going through.
Maybe if you could realize, maybe you could see.
My act is just a lie, my smile is never true.
But now its too late im coming close to death.
My body begins to tense as i take one last breath.
I was lying there dead for maybe a day
My family and friends came by that night
I dont think they knew what to say
They stood there without a clue, they couldnt beleive the sight.
Now i can't believe what i see,
People are crying over me
But are they really sad?
Do they really care?
Are they really hurting thaat bad?
This just isnt fair
If they really did care
And didnt want it to end
They would have been a true friend
And would have been there.
