Thoughts of suicide
I wanna run and hide
visions flash
gash after gash after gash
the blood is a constant flow
where did my life go
i threw it away
so now i must pay
my blood is draning so fast
i see visions of my past
i was happy life was great
now my life is full of hate
does it matter? do they care?
guess ill never find out
seeing as how im no longer there
