Nails on my skin you pull me back the only thing keeping me from death you whisper, don't go.. But you let go my arm falling limply to my side I shake my head slightly and you nod Tears streak down your red face but you know that I have to go
I remember, looking up I could see the shining stars twinkling happily out my old bedroom window If only I could be as happy as them Clouds cover the stars tonight coating the world in a navy slur But I hold this knife now taken from my kitchen hidden in my sock drawer And I stand here feeling stronger than ever hidden so no one will find me I can't deal with this I don't care about the abuse I know you won't miss me I write this to inform you that I was never happy on this earth I might be on the next No one will know No one will care So today I draw my knife and I press it to my chest as one for the billions No one will miss me My hand shakes droplets of blood fall mixing with tears I have to Don't worry about me,