The sharp, cold blade
pierces my skin...

For those words I can't say,
I write you this...

My friend Keith gave me what I needed to write...

The knife I used is placed by my grave.
The tears silently and softly...

I want to just give up.
Lock it all away...

Death is written.
Soon it’ll be...

There's something in my heart
that's telling me what to do...

I feel trapped.
My friends all...

A pain that’s gone too far.
The scars won’t fade away...

You told her to write.
Just how she feels...

I seemed happy and care free.
They didn’t know half of it...

These thoughts of confusion.
The world is spinning...