I sit in my room staring at the ceiling
wondering why do I have this feeling
the meaning of life that I so often hear
the thought of my death, so often it's near
now im in the basement looking at the knife
realizing I have a useless life
clearing my head of useless crap
hoping my mom is still taking a nap
I get out the paper, write my goodbyes
tell them about my “oh I’m ok" lies
fold up the letter put it on the table
taking the knife what if im not able
Don’t even think twice I try and tell myself
don’t put that knife back on the shelf
just slice your throat and drop to the floor
rid yourself of this life you are no more
I take the knife to my precious neck
slice the skin damn, not deep enough yet
blood trickles down my dark black shirt
as I feel nothing no pain, no hurt
I take the knife decide yet again
to take my own life, put it to an end
Let this be my world this is revenge
Too bad for my family I’m only ten
 
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