Listen to me for a change

Suffering pain inside

Could you talk to me? Not shout at me!

It's the end of a life that hadn't even started.

One day you will all be sorry.

The gun barrell to my head. After three, 1...2...3...*dead*

The fact that you don't care hurts me the most.

Your knife stabs me in the back
Your fist hits my face
Your eyes pierce mine

Is it ok that i slit my wrist?
No

Is it ok that i drink to forget?
No

Is it ok that i want to kill you?
No

Is it ok if i want to be dead?
Yes

I'm sorri i didn't think you would find out about the pretty pictures on my wrist and leg