I must find some way,
To lessen the urge,
The urge that always comes,
On many of these days.
I want to kill someone,
And have them go through pain,
But it can't just be anyone,
Because I wish to murder,
Some one who has hurt me.
But I don't feel like going to jail,
Even though to stop this urge,
It will be worth it,
So I inflict pain onto myself,
And watch myself suffer.
Maybe one of these days,
The suffering I put on myself,
Will be the last for me,
And I can suffer no more,
And live painlessly in death.
So when I have the urge to kill,
I use it against myself,
In hopes that the last person,
That I endure pain on,
Will be the person that has,
Put the most pain on me,
Myself.