Why is there so much pain
i need some help, some pills,
its either pills or knife.
one of them will end my unhappy life.
a knife would hurt, but i like the pain.
all i would have to do is slice a vein.
the blood would be dripping while I'm dying.
on the inside i still will be crying.
a cry for help, from anyone.
but now its to late, my lif is done.
now, i lay in a pool of my own blood.
almost as if waiting for the next day.
someone will find me laying here
and then, maybe, someone will care.
