As I sit here in this dark cold room of doom,
I plan out my death that will be coming so soon,
This place to what I have to call my home has shown,
A whole new side of me,
its hard to breathe through the dust,
Psychiatrist HA don't help one bit they're all stupid idiots,
Asking about the problems in your life hoping to fix them with pity,
Yes I get a blade and cut a couple of times then I'm fine,
But this is going to a whole new extreme,
So I'm writing this on paper to say my last farewell,
Good-bye cruel world who wanted nothing to do with me,
Farewell you stuck up posers who laughed in my face,
To this world I am no pretty rose just a weed of disgrace,
In this garden of beautiful color I'm the black rose that's dieing,
Don't ask me any questions by tomorrow I'll be just fine,
I look at the bar filled window the sun is hurting my eyes,
This is the first sunlight in such a long time,
I open the closet door and make sure no one is in site,
I crawl out the window without having another fight,
I am a Little grungy but now I breathe fresh air,
Oh sh*t he's coming back I must run away from here,
I ran and ran as fast as I could until I got to the woods,
I stop and listen no sound at all I'm on a bridge I'm going to fall,
Oh no I hear his truck linger closer and closer,
I look around trying to hide but everything was wide open,
He got out of the truck and said stay there or I'll shoot,
I jump onto the rocky bed of death he didn't have to kill me I did it myself....
