Those teenage years, they are the worst
The make you cry and make you hurt
You wish the pain would go away
And deep inside there is a fray
Your mum never leaves you alone
Your dad doesn't notice your home
Your brother annoys you to hell
And all your sister does is yell
You turn to your friends for advice
They tell you to take up the knife
'It only bleeds a little' they say,
Don't know how much it'll hurt one day
Later than night when you go home
You hear your parents begin to moan
Quickly you walk into the kitchen,
For a sharp knife you are itching
You hide the blade under your shirt
It's your self you're going to hurt
You move into your room fast
Hoping that the thrill will last
Out comes the knife on your bed
Thoughts of suicide in your head
You place the blade to your wrist
And your hand clenches to a fist
You begin to feel your skin spilt
And pain slowly begins to emit
You watch as the blood leaks out
It's your friends you do not doubt
You feel the sudden rush of relief
And suddenly stop gritting your teeth
Everything seems so perfect now
You've even forgotten about that row
As days go by and arguments start
Not once with your knife do you part
Scratches begin to lace up your arm
You don't even think this is self-harm
After only a month of being with the blade
Your flawless skin begins to fade
Scabs and scars begin to take over
Your eyes have become extremely sober
You gradually being to loose your mates
Because you have broken so many dates
The razor is the only thing you need
It is a life of pain that you lead
One day when you are going out
Your hear your mum begin to shout
She has seen the state of your wrists
After all it can hardly be missed
You begin to scream back at her
She doesn't know of your despair
She'll never see you for what you are
Only wishes you to be a little star
You make a run for the door
You can't take this anymore
In your room you begin to cry
Wishing that God would let you die
You grab that blade under your bed
Quickly place it underneath your head
It presses deep to your throat
As you scribbled your last note
You throw the pen at the wall
And hear your mum begin to call
In one swift action you cut your neck
And don't even have chance to fret
You took your life at only age sixteen
There was so much you had not seen
After a year or two with the knife
You felt like you had to take your life
Your last note was not one of hate
But was one that sealed your fate
It told of the depression you had to endure
And how you believed this was the cure
Your words where simple, sad and sweet
They told of your pathetic defeat
Of how you where to take your life
And explained what caused your strife
It was the teenage trauma that did this,
Because you never had your first kiss
No one liked you or so you believed
A web of lies in your head conceived
Your death effect so many lives
It cause them all to take up knifes
Who was it that told you to begin?
Your friends that right, it was their sin
They feel bad for influencing you
But now there is nothing that they can do
You're gone and that's the end;
The end of a girl, a daughter, a friend.
