Silent Suicide

So she saw me sitting here,
With tears in my eyes.
I guess she didn't realize,
I was writing my last good byes.

I wrote a letter for her,
And one for dad too.
Tomorrow they'll be reading them,
Along with some friends from school.

They wont know until I'm gone,
Just how i felt about life.
And not until I'm gone will they know,
About the pleasure i get from knives.

It wont be until I'm really gone,
That they will get to see.
Just how much i hated them,
And how little they meant to me.