A tear drips down her cheek
its hard for her to admit that shes week...

I hate what I am; what I've become inside
I don't even feel bad all those times I lied...

I'm so twisted inside my own head
If anything I wish I was dead...

I've been depressed since seventh grade
I hope that soon my life will fade...

I cry myself to sleep at night
I know that I should do whats right...

Holding my breath
a pain in my chest...

My life has already begun to fade
as I reach out and grab the blade...

I let you see me being happy and smiling
I don't let you see me bleeding and crying...

I am dying bit by bit
each slice of the blade across my wrist...

I lay dieing in my misery and shame
Now no one but me can take blame...