1, 2, 3, 4
My body, I can't feel no more
5, 6, 7, 8
Always filled with hate
9, 10, 11, 12
This world is a living hell
13, 14, 15, 16
Crippled, and non existing
17, 18, 19, 20
I better run, I know you're coming
21, 22, 23, 24
Someone's banging on my door
25, 26, 27, 28
It's the police, they have come for me
29, 30, 31, 32
No more crying, I'm done with that ****
33 34, 35, 36
I have hung the rope, and said my goodbye's
37, 38, 39, 40
I have jumped, and I have died
41, 42, 43, 44
45, and so much more
as I fell, they just yell
"I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL!"

My last day I had to live.
Was all peace and quiet.
Before they came up to me with a rope.
Saying run and jump like in the movies.
An hour later they came again.
Handing me a knife.
Saying just a little cut or three.
Two hours later.
They came up to me.
Handing me duct tape.
Saying try not to scream.
Four hours later.
They never came back.
It was just me and things they left
I tied the rope around my neck.
And duct tapped my mouth.
Trying not to scream.
I took the knife, and started to bleed.
I ran and jumped, just like a queen.
Before I knew it.
I was gone.
And all I heard
Was a sad, sad.
Song.

Listen, cant you hear?
Her cries? Her Fears?
Cant you see?
Her arms?
All bruised and ******?
She doesn't speak.
Not a word. Not a peep.
All she does is writes in her diary.
While she sits in the back of class.
Hoping the teacher won't notice her.
Hoping that he doesn't care.
Hoping that one day.
The world would be fair.

I'm a ghost and everyone knows it.
Peoples words flow through me at high speed.
People walk through me as if I wasn't there.
Who am I? Who was I?
Is this even real or is this just another dream, another nightmare?
Another death, or a new beginning?
The roses blossom and everything starts to get better.
But one day a twister hits and I the ghost is blown to bits.
My wrists are bleeding, tears a flow.
As I say to myself "Its time to go back to my world of other ghosts."
I say "Its been fun.  I'll miss you all."
As I close my eyes, and i fall.
But this isn't goodbye, and that's all.

They say to hide my scars
But I don't want too
They say it's OK
But it's really not
They say I'm crazy
But I'm completely sane
They say that I don't try hard enough
But I try my hardest at everything
They say I don't know what pain is
But I fight battles everyday
They say who am I battling
I say myself...

You gave away all your faith.
Just to fit the mode.
You worshiped the elders.
Just to be accepted.
You changed your ways.
Just to be the same.
You were gay, but now you're not.
Just because they thought it was wrong.
You were transgender and now that's gone.
Just because they made you chose "right" from "wrong".
You used to be yourself.
Just because they try to change you doesn't mean you need to change.
You went back to who you were... Who you are.
Just because they were wrong, and you were always right.

We all have our scars,
Yours on the inside,
Mine on my arm,
We all have our stories,
Yours you share,
Mine I try and hide,
We all have our day,
Mine just so happens,
To be fifty years before yours

Suicide, Suicide be my guide.
Show me if its time.
In my room.
These retched cries.
Hear me scream, hear me cry.
My thoughts that torture me.
The ones I hide.
Tattooed on my arms.
The scars of a thousand knives.
My tears have finally run dry.
As I cry, on this silent night.
Suicide, Suicide. be my guide.
Show me if its time.
To stay or to die.