I laied there in the tube,
watching the time go bye,
I'm soon going to die,
i shouldn't have cut me wrists,
it was a dumb thing to do,
so now i lay here a few more Minuit's and i will die,
my mother will cry,
when she finds me here,
shell yell dear,
and my father will find me this way,
what would he say,
he might say i gave up hope,
and that i was a dope,
i must right a letter to tell them why,
i came out of the tube ,
gabbed paper and pen and wrote,
I'm sorry mother and father it had to be this way,
but the pain in my heart kept growing and growing,
whats the point of life not knowing why,
its not you its me,
i see the way u stare at me,
you know I'm hopeless,
thats why i must go,
i love you,
and good bye,
love,
nick,
a few Minuit's later my mother came home.
i walked to the door with the note in my hand,
i took the razor and cut me so deep,
in a matter of seconds i fell into an unwakening sleep.
