Pain

I want to get out of here,
I have to take my life,
I don't have anything,
But a simple knife.

I think about my death,
Like it is my fate.
I have to talk to someone,
Before its much to late.

The reason I'm still here,
My friends are in my heart.
It brings such a painful tear,
To think of us apart.

All i need to do,
Is have a little fun.
I wish this nightmare was over,
I hope it will soon be done.

I want to get out of here,
I have to take my life,
I don't have anything,
But a f*cked blunt knife...