My couch is drenched my bed is soaked
I have already died once.. I have already choked
The emotional out pour of my existence
The constant pain and dying resistance
My eyes burn with the release of unhappiness
And my stomach turns with awful sickness
My blood runs down my arm to show of all
How I once stood and now I fall
Unknown to me I would be captured by grief
All I need now is never ending relief
The knife falls to the floor, I cut to deep
I lie on my bed and scream and weep
God why me? Why me? I can't handle this anymore
I am out of life..I am out of here..I am just to soar
So many emotions hit me at the same time
I turn over and look up and begin to wine
I am done with this life of nothing but tears
I am goin to end it now and take away my fears
Tonight this world I shall part
As I take the knife and run it through my heart.

~A*J