I found my life, it's laying on the floor,
I found where I belong, but my mind is so sore...

I know I'll never be a movie star,
no I wont make it that far...

I'm falling down again,
it's because of this sin...

I don't go outside and play,
I don't sit here and pray...

I sit alone, and start crying,
I sit alone, I'm slowly dying...

I'm sitting here loving you,
that is all I do...

One day I'll stand up and take care of myself,
one day I wont need you anymore...

I don't need your sympathy,
I don't need your empathy...

No more reasons for you to speak,
No more reasons to call me weak...

Suicide was there for me when no one else was,
but now I know I was stupid because...

This is a poem all about cheese,
when someone asks me, I say please...

I look down to the floor,
and I just bleed more and more...