• Why does it have to be me
    To go threw this,
    Why does it have to be me
    Who can never show it,
    I'm crying cant you see
    Don't you care a bout me?
    I lock myself in the bathroom
    I wont let anyone in ,
    Then i see it
    perfectly sharpened in all its glory
    To help me,
    Release me Let me be free
    I take it in my hand
    Griping it tightly
    pointing it carefully at my wrist
    I'm going to do this
    I close my eyes
    Count to 5
    a sudden pain releases
    I feel it trickling
    I look at it
    Its not deep but deep enough,
    To feel , To know I'm real
    And I'm not hurt
    Not in the least bit
    Then I sit Once again
    Looking,Thinking
    About what I have just done,
    Just accomplished
    A small frown appears on my face,
    Not enough
    A tear takes place
    Makes its journey to my wrist
    It Stings,and Burns
    The pain,Too slow
    I get up and look at my ugly face
    In the mirror,and scream
    "HOW COULD ANYONE EVEN LIKE ME!!!!!!!"Then i say
    "I'M ENDING THIS MISTAKE,THIS MISTAKE THATS ME, MY LIFE"
    I hold the knife to my throat
    I thought it was a few seconds of pain/the rest of my life
    My last words are
    "Good-bye thanks for all the pain and misery,I'll miss you"