As i sit alone,
not ever known,
drifting into darkness,
never knowing happiness.

Laughing children pass by,
you question why,
you have no one,
and you wish your life was done.

To take the knife,
and end your life,
and no one would ever know or care,
not a story of you to share.

No one to grieve,
only relief for all of who dont care,
no more cold glares,
just the quiet silence.

Poor,
unwanted,
unloved by those you loved the most,
but no longer for you are lost,
to the hands of death,
a tormented soul.

Death is nothing more nor less than life is,
just nonexistence in a non existing world of cruelty,
pain, and hurt,
with nothing to gain.

Love is a lie,
no truth lies within,
its just a game to toy with emotion and win,
as love is not love,
but hate in disguise,
nothing more than udder lies.

Feeling trapped in a place you cant escape,
total darkness surrounds you and you struggle for your life,
its like the knife,
to end you life,
its something you know you cant escape.

A place of no light where no one can see,
no on will look,
no one to leave,
as you take the knife,
about to end your life,
and people just walk right past.

No one will care,
no one will see,
when you are gone,
and thats what i mean,
people dont see the hurt inside,
so whats the point of living in a lie.

As the knife crosses your skin,
out comes the deep red blood that you drew from within,
and as the blood pools around you,
you close your eyes and smile as if you have won,
for the deed you had planned is finally done.

But when you open your eyes,
you are no longer there,
in the place of no light,
where no one would stare,
but instead you are surrounded,
by the ones that you love,
and the ones that do care,
and you cry,
for you never realized that they where there,
and you smiled a smile that nobody new,
for it was a true smile that was hidden within you.