I feel dizzy
my face goes pale,
i guess this is how i end my life
it's not a decent tale.
my definition of perfect
forced me to be stressed,
i thought about my looks too much
that's when i became depressed.
growing up brought more pressure
and things just seemed to get worse,
i tried to stop was was doing
but i couldn't because it seemed like a curse.
and the curse made me addicted to the sound
that came from my skin ripping,
i guess i loved those razors too much
because this time me wrists didn't stop dripping.
so now i made a mistake
and i'm going to bleed out,
i can already hear the cries form my family
they're 100 times worse then a pout.
i brought this upon myself
and now it's time to say good-bye,
this is the moment that no one expected
this is the moment i die.
usually most people wouldn't want to die young
but for me that seems a little unseen,
because i think my body wanted to stop today
even though i'm only fifteen.
