Scars on my wrist
And scars on my leg.
Scars on my heart,
Please no more i beg.
But i put down the blade
And picked up the gun
Ending this life
I imagine would be fun
I'm losing my mind
And that is true
I'm just a tortured soul
And i don't know what to do
No one will help
All they do is put me down
I wonder what they'll say
When I'm not around
But that's ok
I won't tell a soul
About my emotions running wild
And out of control
And when I'm gone
I mean dead
Don't come to my funeral
Cause i don't want one tear shed
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Scars on my wrist
And scars on my leg.
Scars on my heart,
Please no more i beg.
But i put down the blade
And picked up the gun
Ending this life
I imagine would be fun
I'm losing my mind
And that is true
I'm just a tortured soul
And i don't know what to do
No one will help
All they do is put me down
I wonder what they'll say
When I'm not around
But that's ok
I won't tell a soul
About my emotions running wild
And out of control
And when I'm gone
I mean dead
Don't come to my funeral
Cause i don't want one tear shed
#suicide #depression #abandonment
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