• I think of suicide,
    And I always wonder why,
    I just want to fall and die,
    Leave the earth, into the sky,
    Or maybe afterlife,

    ******** the world i'm ready for Hell,
    Earth feels like a ******** jail,
    Suicide's my way of bail,
    Because in the earth i've failed,
    Im breaking out of my ******** cell,

    I ******** up everywhere,
    I know the worlds not really fair,
    But when I sit in a chair,
    Crying and ******** scared,
    Nobody's ever there,

    I always feel alone,
    Even online or on the phone,
    It feels like noones really home,
    I just want to take a stone,
    And break all of my bones.

    I may sound crazy, burning in rain,
    But i've never felt this sane,
    People think im emo for fame,
    And when I cut myself its lame,
    Everyones the ******** same.

    Nobody understands how I feel,
    How my heart is hard to heal,
    But it is very easy to kill,
    That my emotions are real,
    But inside they're forced to be sealed.

    I act like im fine on the outside,
    Because if I do not hide,
    My emotions, I wont survive,
    This ******** hell thats called a life,
    And lose all my will and drive,

    If your reading this somehow,
    I dont give a ******** what you think of me now,
    You may laugh at me like a clown,
    Or you may lift off the ground,
    And be there for me when i'm down.