The cold metal slides across my wrist
It feels so good I do it again
Blood spills out as a tear rolls down my cheek
And I lay on the ground wishing to die
So I pick up the knife one last time
And stick in my wrist again, this time deeper
I fall back down as I start to space off into another land
I wake in the morning blood covering everything
And the knife still in my hand
I look around, no one there, no one to care
I stand up and walk away, here I cannot stay
I go home, no one there either
I go to my parent’s room to look for my father’s gun
And when I finally find it, I hold it to my head
I pull the trigger, so you’ll soon find me dead
