Bullet to my head
Thoughts running through my brain...

A cut on my wrists
So simple but at the same time difficult...

Without suffering
There would be no compassion...

If I could stop crying I would
If I could stop living I would...

For the first time ever
Hoping he would answer...

Rumors spread through the bathroom walls
Lives shattered by the bullies' work...

So many emotions I can't describe
It's like a paper and pencil is not enough...

Drain out my lungs
Before all this oxygen makes me choke...

Dried up blood
Loaded guns...

I knock once, no one answers
I look around, no one is there...

Life...doesn't matter anymore
Love...what's the point...

Maybe I'll go to hell
Maybe I'll go to heaven...