Don't ever speak my name
My life was just a walk through shame
Bullets of revilement leaving marks in my soul
revealing and bringing in publicity
I need a medicine or a cure
Everday, it kills me more inside
Nights are unpleasant
Sleeping on a bed of nails
Sharp edges impacts the torture
The pain, putting me out of misery
Nothing can be done to make the pain subside
An urge for suicide
As I enter the kitchen
Possesed by the Devil
Grasping the knife as my fingers rode under the blade
Slitting my wrist
Blood gushes out as I dip the knife
On the floor i write,
"Life is Hell"
Gliding the knife to my heart.
Rapidly thrusting it in
Fainting into an oblivion
Standing infront of death's door.
