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!"

Flutter Shy, Flutter Shy,
I'd die if you'd leave me.
Flutter Shy, Flutter Shy,
You are mine, only mine.
Flutter Shy, Flutter Shy,
Rainbow Dash is here.
Flutter Shy, Flutter Shy,
I'll go get the beer.
Flutter Shy, Flutter Shy,
And the skittles.
Flutter Shy, Flutter Shy,
Wanna ******* rainbow?

Take a breath.
Let it go.
Let it rain.
Make a rainbow.
Let her cry.
Make her smile.
Don't die.
Last awhile.
Take my hand.
Don't let it go.
As we walk down.
This forgotten road.

You hear that?
No? Exactly.
She's not breathing.
Because of you.
You drove her to insanity.
Let her go.
When she needed you most.
You all laughed.
When she cried herself to sleep.
Every night.
Every single night.
Her parents worked all day and night.
All her and her siblings did was fight.
She shut herself out.
Behind a locked door.
All because of you.
All of you.
She's just hanging there..
Not breathing.
Dead...
She tried to see the light.
But instead came the darkness.
That she feared the most.
So, yeah.
Don't cry.
You treated her like ****.
Don't any of you come to her funeral.
You are responsible for this mess.
You are responsible for her death.

I wanna take a leap.
I wanna down a drink.
I wanna run away from this sickness that tortures me.
I'm wallowing in the screams.
Not aloud to cry.
So I make up with a sharp knife.
Grabbing my last hope of relief.
I take my pen.
I tear it apart 'til there's nothing left but the spring.
Letting, letting  the blood flow hiding it with a white sheet.
Staining my shirt sleeve a crimson red.

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.

Waves crashing, upon my heart,
All I've come to know, was ripped apart,
My clean arms, have bleeding scars,
My thoughts, have been butchered,
Emotions never ending, bottled up inside,
The screams you never hear, the ones I always hide,
In this lonesome room, yet another,
Suicide.

Suicide, Suicide be my guide.
Show me if its time.
In my room.
These retched cries.
Hear me scream, hear me die.
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.

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...

There is a time for everything
A time to give up.
A time to end.
There's also a time to be sad.
Right now is my time.
Wish me luck.
It's time to redo everything.
I'm starting over.
I'm getting happy.
The plane that I was supposed to be on landed.
And didn't burn to ashes.
Yeah, I might have missed the flight.
But I'm fine.
'Cause there's a new type of plane.
This new plane takes you.
Up.
Up to see the heavens.
The light.
People call it suicide.
But I call it life.
This is my time.
Wish me luck.
It's time to redo everything.
I'm starting over.
I'm getting happy.

Tomorrow.
That one word.
Makes me feel like there is a chance.
A chance for me to be something great...
To be someone great.
Maybe I'll be a famous poet.
Would people listen to the stories behind my work?
Maybe a singer.
Would they hear me then?
Or an author.
Would they cry when a sad part meets their minds.
Tomorrow.
That one word.
Comes to my mind.
Today.
Will tomorrow be great?
Or will it be shallow?
Tomorrow.
I want there to be always a tomorrow.
As long as I live.
That word will mean so much to me.
Today.

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

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 and/or bisexual, 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.