Blood on the knife,
The end of my life.
I am alone as I cry,
I am alone as I die.
My life is a mistake,
This knife is my fate...
Crying on my own still,
The knife is used to kill.
Suicided cause of pain,
And the light it quickly came.
Being unloved and pushed away,
Are among the reasons why I cut today.
I hate these thoughts that make me cry,
I hate these thoughts that make my die.
I hate these feelings that I get inside,
I hate these feelings that make me hide.
I hate life with all it's pain and suffering,
I hate the way it's become just nothing...
Blood on the floor,
I couldn't take it no more.
Why did it end this way,
Just cause I couldn't pray.
Lost in my nothingness,
Drowning in my emptiness.
I'm killing myself,
So I can accept myself.
I know it isn't right,
But I can't bother to fight.
Cutting so deep,
I drift off to sleep.
The pain is going,
The emptiness showing.
Eyes colourless; falling away,
Cause this is how I pray.
The first and last time,
Committing the ultimate crime.
Killing myself; throw away my life,
I can no longer deal with all this strife...
I hate these thoughts that make me cry,
I hate these thoughts that make my die.
I hate these feelings that I get inside,
I hate these feelings that make me hide.
I hate life with all it's pain and suffering,
I hate the way it's become just nothing...
I hate it all and I'm throwing it all away,
Cause I can no longer live another day..
