Too Through

A knife to my throat, pills in my mouth
“I’m ready to die” is what I announce
Cuts on my arm, blood on the floor
It’s over, guardian angel; I can’t take it any more
My momma steady tripping, treating me like a child
Driving me crazy, making me go wild
My boyfriend’s leaving me, doesn't love me any more
And my heart’s done crying, but is still aching and sore
My family won’t understand, I doubt they’d even listen
They say suicide thoughts don’t happen to black children
But if they only knew me, these past couple of years
If they only knew that I have shed so many tears
Love don’t love me, hate still taunts me
Bad memories and pain still haunts me
I feel like someone is wishing me dead
No matter how many "I love you" they said
When it comes down to it, who’d really care?
Because if I die who would notice im not there?
I will ffindd out later because my life is too through
01.23.06, Im gone, true