I enter my room.
I search for the blade.
This feeling of death will never fade.
Maybe it was the drugs, the pills, the ****.
Maybe it was the feeling i wouldnt succeed.
Maybe it was my parents fighting at night.
Blaming me for their on going fights.
Maybe it's me, yes that's it!
Now tonight this will be it.
I will slip away and no one will care.
Not even friends who said they'd be there.
Still too young, not ready to go.
So much to live for.
I guess I'll never know..

.
I do not lie,
And you will not listen.
.
You don't like it,
Go **** yourself.

A sweet billet-doux
with the sweet words "I love you"
is waiting for you.

Plaid, Green, or square, i have no cloths to wear,
My head hurts, i cant decide and have no time to spare,
Why cant life be easy as one, two, three
Where i can be a 1st grader again and say my A, B, Cs
But i cant so i sit and think plaid, green, or square,
But i still have no clothes to wear...