• life hurts,
    more than stabbing knives,
    or guns,
    i hate life,
    why am i here,
    im alone,
    i cry every day,
    because of the happiness around me,
    this world is pointless to me and i need to leave,
    people say life is so good,
    but they lie,
    im not scared to die,
    and im not afraid to cry,
    i can see the day i will leave,
    oh what joy it will be to me,
    to leave all this pressure and hatered behind,
    to pass it on,
    i can see the day i will die,
    slow,
    sad,
    and gentle,
    the smell of the blood that will slowly move over the ground from me,
    will be a reminder to all people that hate me,
    of what a joy it will be,
    theres no respect,
    and this will be a lesson,
    nobodys know what this feels like,
    im not affraid to say goodbye,
    take my last breath and die