What goes up, must come down
Unless your a helium balloon...

This class is so boring
What shall I do...

These suicidal thoughts
Run through my mind...

Alone. I lay far beneath the earth.
Craving a glimpse of a shimmering light, a glow...

Lost in my head
I here these voices...

Throw some pills into your throat
Watch me as I wiggle and choke...

The thoughts are growing, forever overwhelming
Blocking away a sense of a sane reality...

I hide away into my room
Slicing away the blood shown soon...

You dont know what Ive been through
So you can shut your mouth...

People are blind
Not to see...

I sit alone here away from me
Watching myself letting my blood free...

I want our lips
To finally touch...