After hours of sleeping
I wake up to suddenly start  weeping
Every year I’ve grown
Nothing but alone
Not a single friend
I think this is the end

Nothing but pain
Lying in rain
Losing control of the tears
It’s been too many years
I'm fed up
All because of one break up
Wanting to take my life
Go get me a knife

Are they voices in my Head
Or do they really want me dead
Maybe it’s not physical
But I’m looking like a criminal
People joke about depression
But don’t understand the aggression
You find it funny the way I got played
Maybe I should use the blade

After years of broken dreams
There was a smile that started to fade
I’m telling you the answer isn't the blade
Blocking my ears from the painful screams
Life has become a different color shade
We can get through it as a team

At the age of seven
I wished to be in heaven
At the age of thirteen
My dad knew I was no longer clean
By the age of twenty
I no longer had a penny
By the age of Thirty
I was nothing but *****
By the age of fifty
I was considered guilty