I held the knife so close to my heart
Like a foolish child I sat and I cried
Didn't realize that I had done, what I had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:
"To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many would later cry.
"Tried ro be free, yet, I see this isn't the way."
Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could.
Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn't the way my life was ment to be.