I sit in the dark
take the blade to my wrist
think of my life
which is one big lie
i think of all who liked me
who never really did
they all just used me
because i had no friends
but their was always one person
who always cared about me
he hlped me though
the good and bad times
allthe memories of us,
are beginning to fade,
i see you know more,
i breathe you no more,
so i take the blade to my write,
hopign i will see,
that one person,
who was always their for me
