Over the Edge
I'm infused with pain
I draw incisions on my vain
cutting deeper each time
falling deeper into my depression mad at the world pissed at god for ripping away the 3 people I loved
I watched as my mothers heart was ripped out of her chest and murdered
to young to understand that pain
i'll just slice another vain
no one cares about me so y should I care
Blood pouring out
my grandma thinks I'm crazy
So do my friends but it's just all the pain I hold in
Rip me from this life
Stab me in the heart with this knife
Tonight I commit suicide
Don't feel sorry for me
Cause now I'm finally free
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