I want to take this knife,
This knife that is by my hand,
With this knife I cut open my heart,
Dig deep in my heart and scrape the pain from it,
Scrape so hard that there is none of it left,
Blood is everywhere now
The room is no longer white but red dripping with my blood,
I look around and I see no one near me,
No one cares about me killing myself
No one cares of me leaving this world,
Killing me everyday with a new weapon but still gets no one to care,
What if I die tonight who will care?
Who will be at my funeral?
Not just to say I knew her,
No one knows that I would kill myself
I live in two different ways,
One that is cheerful with happy birds,
The other one is dark and killing everything,
Everything in sight so that doesn't have a life,
No life just like me I feel this blood running down my body,
It slowly soaks my clothes,
Now that I pull out my heart it slowly beats in my hands,
As it dies by the minute it relates to my life dying everyday,
I can say now I have no heart no heart to love people,
People just like you People that have a life,
My skin starts peeling off around my heart,
My skin burns from the blood that is still warm,
Could this be the end of my life?
Before I die I want to blow my head off in front of you,
So you can see the pain I went through,
But after I die I will have no feelings for you,
If that is the only way to die and be free from you,
I will kill myself then,
The final drops of my blood hits the floor as I lay there knowing I'll live a better life...
