you really think I'm ok don't you and they call me sick are you smoking crack can't you see the slits on my wrist but I'm fine every things all right are you sure i can make it through the night i don't want to fight but at the same time i do i don't know whats wrong with me but i sure as hell know whats wrong with you can't you see I'm slowly bleeding out on the floor are you sure every things all right but I'm dying tonight because every days a fight and I'm using all my might and i had enough pain to last forever and i don't want to feel this way any more i don't want to feel at all good bye this is the end of my life so good bye