All my life i have,
disapointed you...

You ask me whats wrong,
i say I'm OK...

Dear mum
dont let dad treat you like dirt...

Taking the blade,
Placing it on my arm...

My life is just a play,
up upon the stage...

Take my hand lead me away,
lead me away from all this pain...

I don'tneed you,
i don't need to die...

I'm not a toy you can throw away,
i no thats how you think of me and thats how it...

As rain hit the window,
Light begins to fade...

I slice the blade across my arm,
many would call this self harm...

I am sitting here in a pool of darkness,
afraid to open my eyes...

Dear family,
to my auntie...