I’m just your average depressed teen. Completely alone, always unseen. Upset, bored, and annoyed with life, I reach for something sharp, razors, a knife. As the blade slides across my wrist, Blood begins to flow, no pain at all. I want to stop, but I can’t resist. I think of my parents, just down the hall... My thoughts stop, this time I went too deep. Soon, I’m too weak. I crash to the floor. My senses fail, I can’t see anymore. As I bleed out in silence, I weep. By the time the ambulance comes, My pulse gets loud, the blood rush like drums. The doctors later fix me; I’m sent home. Again, I’m alone with myself, my mind roams. I’m just your average depressed teen. Completely alone, always unseen. Upset, bored, and annoyed with life, I reach for something sharp, razors, a knife.

He smacks her across the face. She can’t wait to leave this place. This damn existence. Why can’t he just keep his distance? He punches her mother, slams her against the wall. Why? She’s been through it all With him, and he repays her like this? She can’t wait for the kiss Of death, the one that will end her life. She can’t wait to get out of this ongoing strife. Get the fuck out! She can’t help but shout. Wrong decision, Perfect incision Of her heart with the blade. She’s gonna die; she prays for aide. No one will save her; no one cares. They’re all too preoccupied with what’s theirs. It was a classic case of abuse; A perfect crime leaves a perfect bruise. Fuck the pain, fuck the world, fuck him. Now her mother’s filled with hurt to the brim. Where’s your God now? What happened to his vow? That when you needed him, He’d be there? Goodnight, you idiot; say your prayer.

One pill that’s all I need. One cut, just enough to make me bleed. One shot, helping me not to cry. One bullet, enough to make me die. I need something to end all the pain. Just something to keep me from going insane. I take four pills, drown them in a beer. I take two more, to make my mind clear. Later on, I pick up my blade, Waiting for the world to fade. Slide it across my skin, And wait for the flow to begin. The needle pierces my vein, It’s just enough to sustain The perfect high. The darkness grows; the night slips by. I pick up the gun. My final time to have some fun. The pain has never stopped; it only got bigger. It’ll all be gone soon. Time to pull the trigger.

What’s wrong with you? You can’t get it through your head that the two Of us are over, done, gone? I can’t play your game; I’m not some stupid pawn. I tried so hard, I truly did. And now I just can’t seem to get rid Of you. You’re always around. Every time I fly, you pull me back to the ground. It’s getting worse; my life’s a mess. How this happened, I can’t begin to guess I fucking hate you, just get away. I’m gone, and that’s the way it’s going to stay. But something’s wrong here, why cant I see? It’s not you, it’s mother fucking me.