Disturbed child, really scared
The tears she shed...
I saw my nice and ripe blue vein peeking through...
Pleading and begging for me to tear away...
Can someone please turn on the light.
The dark is so cold and black...
In the stillness of the night
during a devastatingly cold hour...
Why dont you stand, stand right by me,
Im begging you please, Im down on my knees...
Sweet death
falls all over...
The days are getting harder.
Without you being near...
Could someone please give me a knife.
So I can take my own life...
There rests a small village on the edge of town,
It's a humble town, that doesn't make a sound...
Don't die on me!
I fear of being weak...
How many tears must I cry
For the darkness to pass by...
I attempted suicide
with both of my hands...