It all starts out
I was a little boy
I lost everything
I once had
My parents hated me
My brother couldn't speak to me
I was locked up in a youth home
I felt hated
I had no one left
It must be death
I took this knife
Slit my wrists
As I lay there
The blood forms a puddle on the floor
Then at that moment I awake
I realize how much I should not have done
I have made mistakes
Now is when I should change
