Wouldn't any one care if i was dead
thats what i keep thinking in my head
no body cares any more
I'm just going to slit my throat and lay on the floor
when i am dead
i wont be lying in my bed
and i am killing my self because of what people said
all the bad thing people have said and done
they will be building up
in side
there the thing thats ripped me apart
they haven't got any heart
why do people pick on me
they might as well be sick on me
they treat me like i don't mean nothing
it feels like they are locking me in a cu bored waiting to suffocate me
i hate my life and i want it to end
so I'm taking this knife
and now I'm dead
