my passion, my love and life is at end
i hate the world, I am the condemded
everyone hates, the man ive become
when i cant stand my self, the things ive done
I dont understand, why people stare
at the cuts on my wrists, and the clothes that i wear
my friends arent my friends, my life is a lie
I dont uderstand, why i cant die
War zone approaching, the evil glare
Men and children dieing, to much to bare
Prisoners taken, anticapating death
Suffacation most likely, they'll take the last breath
I walk in a nightmare, of things I never knew
Of poeple never created, pictures I never drew
Some people say, it's a state of mind
But what i'm escaping, you could never find
In this life, it all fades to black
Your friends, your life, the shirt on my back
Your "friends" all hate you, glad that your gone
Because they found your body, under the neibors lawn
Next door no ones laughing, no sound at all
I can't stand the silence,i run down the hall
I scream as loud as I can, no noise to be heard
No barking of cats, no singing of birds
A cut of the wrists, a quick little slice
At first its free, but pains the price
You long to feel, the pain inside
A little part of you, that you couldn't just hide
You see her leaving, you don't really care
She was the reason, you shaved off your hair
You never loved her, but you never said
You cut your wrists , you turn the floor red