It's strange
the only people who actually go through
are the people
who never told anyone they were going to
they keep quiet
about the thoughts that lurk in their head
and remain silent
up until the point where they are then dead
you say
that you'll take the knife in your grip
we wait
but you always come back on top of it
the lies continue
of heartache and pains only death can erase
then tomorrow
you're back here, sitting in your place
you claim
you bleed and yet you keep your smile
grow up now
you're just acting childish, it isn't your style
if you want
you can go through this suicide skit again
but remember
no one else is seeing that hate you claim.