Suicide is mysterious
and no one wants to talk about it right...

I feel like I'm trapped in my own world,
I choose how I live everyday...

These scars show the pain I'm in,
I know people see them...

I'm an angel who is sweet and kind,
but because of the things i have gone through...

Can't these scars disappear,
along with these tears...

I'm choking on my own lies,
my breathe is running short...

I feel lost,
I can't find the right door to go through...

There is a girl in my school,
who dresses in black...

I'm sorry I can't be perfect,
I just seem to be below your standards...

I wonder if depressed people were chosen to be...
and others were just meant to be happy...

Sitting on my window sill,
watching the snow softly fall to the ground...

I'm trapped inside a world of depression and hate,
let me out please...