abandoned as a child
i fought for life
ive met many people
they only brought strife
*
I used to cry
when i was alone
dying helped my pain
now my tears have all dried up
my blood flows in the rain
*
the cut is deep
the knife is sharp
i drive it deeper still
my skin is pale i scream in pain
but i drive it deeper still
*
im drowning in my own red blood
it makes a puddle deep
i lift the knife above my neck
ready to feel relief
i bring it down gently
and slit my tender throat
as all my blood washes away
I write a final note-
"to all the people who are dying now, ill see you soon my dears, to all the people living free, who are not sheding a single tear"