How can you do this to me again and again,
you don't understand how shitty my life's been...

It feels good, to relieve the pain,
light but noticable, the scars remain...

I'm tired of being hurt,
I'm done with it all, no more flirt...

I'm sitting here on the floor,
holding the scissors...why?, I'm no sure...

The blade seems to be my friend,
I still can't find a way to mend...

I hate life, life hates me, I guess thats how it's...

One day she looked in the mirror,
and seen herself fading away...

~~This is the poem that my ex boyfriend Steven...
-She sat in tears cuz she couldn't have her baby...

This is my suicide note,
for life is so hard to cope...

My heart feels so empty,
like there's nothing left...

I don't care what you think about me,
You can say what you want...