Blood rolled down my arm,
I put the blade back...

A thousand tears I've shed,
Ten thousand more un-said...

There's a pit in the ground,
Next to the pit is a mound...

People are cruel and mean to others,
Dark clouds don't make good covers...

Why can't the world be right?
Why do we always have to fight...

I hear the soothing waterfall sound,
I look and notice no one's around...

I don't want to feel a pulse anymore,
I don't want to walk back out that door...

This whole world is filled with pain,
Wild beasts yet left UN-tame...

Water drip dropping from roof to earth,
Fire blowing wildly in the hearth...

Being alone in a quiet corner,
Should I leave to be a mourner...

Thoughts of suicide in my head,
I've spilled my blood in my bed...

Life is full of surprises we don't expect,
Its full of people that we must respect...