Depressed in this foreboding world
Consumed by my fears and hate...

The razor sharp edges cutting into my flesh
Bleeding out all the hate, depression, and rage...

This is to my Fallen Soldiers
Who are no longer with us...

As I take this knife
I grasp my life...

Nine years old
And you all know me...

Life is ironic
In it's cruel way...

Life is ironic
In it's cruel way...

I know I'm not the best nor the brightest
But all I want to do is make you proud...

Mom everyone loves you
Your smile brightens up the room...

Awaken in me
Is he...

Standing there
Like I don't care...

Look at me...
What do you see...