A strong night breeze blows my hair away from my neck,
Exposing the scars on my neck.
The moon watches silently as its cold light glitters off my knife.
A cold breeze blows against my back,
Carrying the words "Hurry up and die."

A night breeze blows over my still and silent body,
Carrying a shrill scream.
A boy leans over my body, crying silently.
The stars combine to show my very last message to you.
'I love you. I'm sorry. I had to. Please don't hate me. Goodbye'