You can't feel me,
Nor the pain in my soul...

Don't look at my eyes;
the pain, the agony...

Random, paranoid, misplaced thoughts,
battles declined and battles fought...

We hear it everyday,
words everyone can say...

As I ponder this thicket green,
places beautiful...

How I miss him so,
My father...

I'm dying to slit my wrist;
the chance to watch myself fade away...

I'm sorry for the things I've done;
said; and will do...

I'm dying.
Yes...

My skin is numb;
I can't file a thing...

I tell no one,
I speak of nothing...

Kill me softly,
kill me slow...