My soul is empty
A shell I have become...

I'm scared that you won't be there
I'm scared I'll be alone again...

A girl once smiled and laughed
She had innocent thoughts...

The wooden ceiling
The dirt blanket...

I put the knife to my writs and arm
I watch the blood drip to the ground...

The graves are full
Holes dug for the dead...

I wondered what had happened
I asked why...

A soul kind and true
Stole from us so soon...

The few days a week I am happy
Are shot down by knowing the truth...

Everyday is a battle
School is the field...

I sit here in my basement alone you caused me pain...
your entrails...

This knife I hold is a part of me. Someday it wont...