I fell in love with the idea of death;
A knife became my best friend,
And despite my goodness,
I wanted my life to end.

Sensitive by nature,
I cannot understand.
The hatred that people feel,
The answers they demand.

If you could see my soul,
You would live in shock;
Believe me, my friend,
I wish I could turn back the clock

A road that never ends,
Is terrifying to travel.
Will I be born anew,
Or will my mind unravel?