I hold the knife near my heart, i never wanted to do this from the start, its hard to live in this world filled with evil and pain, it made me go insane, no one to talk to and no one to care, life can be so unfair, no one to turn to not even your lover, i even tried to talk to my father, but it seems i must do it on my own, i feel so alone, I'm scared and i cry, holding that knife and wanting to die, but all i can see is my mamma's eyes, all i want to do is fly, fly far away where someone cares, and thinking life is fair, but reality strikes, i grasped that knife, and stabbed it deep in my heart, i wish i didn't do this from the start, now i look and beg for my life back, but everything became black, and i was gone.
