I'm scared of all those voices
Inside my head
They scream to hell
They could bring me to death
I can't let them win
But I'm just so tired
Tired of this life
So tired to flight
I just wanna let go
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And sink into unconsciousness
After all
Wasn't I born to die?

red is the blood of the victim
yellow is the colour of the sun that lights our world
pink can take us back to childhood memories
green is the colour of the grass we walk upon
purple is often associated with royalty and power
orange is often associated with saints and represents courage
blue is the colour of our sky we live under

Can't run from it
Always a step behind
The worst is I'm trapped
In my own mind

The end is near
I can't keep trying
Stop asking if I'm okay
I'm tired of lying

My fake smile is getting heavy
Eyes can't hold back
My mind has won
Tired of living in the Black

Going to the motions
It's almost time to quit
Most fear death
But others pray for it
I guess I'm one of those who pray

There was this boy
i used to know.
He has shiny brown hair
Sparkling blue eyes
and
An average nose.

I bumped into him on a cold winter day
walking along the streets.
I was 11
he was 16
He apologized
i was okay.

We continued walking side by side
bumping into each other sometimes
i was fine.

His smile lit up the world
it reached his eyes
and i could tell
he really meant it
i wasn't okay

That was the day i fell in love
with some guy i used to know

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Leave me alone,
Or I'll **** you!

I'll grab a knife,
Slice your throat,
And stab you in the back like you did to me

I'm the girl others talk out of suicide,
But has a hard time doing the same for herself
She truthfully assures everyone how beautiful, lovely, wonderful and Precious they all are, because she doesn't want them to feel the same Way she does. The opposite.