Maybe one day you will understand why at nights I can’t sleep
I eat only one time each day because I’m not hungry anymore
But my stomach hurts so bad and I don’t know what to keep
Lately crying doesn’t work because I’m still on the floor.
If anyone would follow my footprints they could find me
I’m burning and freezing deep inside at the same time
Self destruction is just an option to explain what I feel in me
Don’t want to feel pain, it’s enough, yet it’s all mine.
Suicide is not an act of cowardice or to gain attention
It’s my only hope to break out and be free once and for all
Can’t think of big things or words that are worth to mention
What suicide for me is the big rise after the failed tries, I always fall
My tears wash my face, the fur of my kitty and teddy’s soft skin
I have nobody so I hug them both while crying but they can’t do a thing
Watching me as I wipe my tears the blood from my wrist flows down my chin
I’d be ever so glad if someone would come in and do something.