The sharp, cold blade
pierces my skin...

For those words I can't say,
I write you this...

I want to just give up.
Lock it all away...

My friend Keith gave me what I needed to write...

The knife I used is placed by my grave.
The tears silently and softly...

Death is written.
Soon it’ll be...

I'm withering away.
Nothing left to be seen...

There are times.
Times when I want to scream...

I wonder the reason.
Search my soul...

You think Imma give up.
You think I'm gone...

Stories once told.
Lies unfold...

Walls are tumbling.
Crushing her...