Why

Written by: simon nixon

they do not know me so why do they stare 
why do they kick me and pull at my hair 
why do they hurt me do they not know 
that i am the same i hurt after each blow
but it doesn't matter to them i am scum 
my pain is their pleasure my pain is their fun
im so sick of living im so sick of life 
which way should i end it a rope or a knife 
a knife is too messy a rope is the way 
got to get everything ready im leaving today
attach the rope to the ceiling im ready to go
make sure the doors locked so no one will know 
the ropes round my neck and i start to cry 
im sorry for everything im sorry GOODBYE