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Sometimes i slit my wrist to relive the pain

but a scar is the only thing i gain

as the blood drips to the floor

people rush though the door



but they came to late

because i let death be my fate

as they call 911

my life was already done



i look at myself lying in the bed

they clean my body from which it bled

i see people crying over me dying

i guess my friend where right, they werent lying



they said if i tried i would succeed

and i would lose all the people i need

i dont really want death to be

i just wanted to relieve the pain inside of me



they are at the funeral now, with the hole in the ground

crying was the only thing heard, no other sound

now they lower my casket into the grave

i wish i was still alive, nut my life they couldnt save



i am gone now and forever more

and everyone knows that for sure

my life could have been a good one

but i will never know because my life is done