I thought you always looked good in black

As i sit in the bathroom floor, running the razor across my wrist,
i write out a blood soaked letter, about why i will no longer exist,
and when you find me drenched in a mix of blood and tears,
a lot of other things will some how seem to appear,
how you never noticed anything bad, never noticed the cuts on my arm,
you only saw the good grades, the good i done, but never the harm,
so as i write out this letter, i hope you find me find me first,
so you find this note, so you endure the worst,
i know you'll have some trouble, seeing as you lost your only little girl,
but i couldn't help how i felt, i couldn't help feeling i wasn't needed in this world,
so this is it, my final goodbye,
but please don't let tears fall from you eyes,
because as i write this now, they are forming in mine,
so as the blood mixes with the tears on this page,
please think of a brighter day,
i know that will be kind of hard, since I'll never come back,
but just so you know, i though you always looked good and black.