These emotions I feel

So plain and so real

Just swelling inside

Wanting to come out

But behind a mask I hide

So little so torn

I make so many mistakes

Each of them coming back

To stab me like a thorn

I want to die

With each little lie

It is written on my wrist

The knife the blood

Cut cut cut

So many scars

Like the heavenly stars

Are my only consolation

In a world of hurt and pain

Pain that is real

Like thee emotions I feel

And are carved into my wrists

Like their words in my brain

A loser a coward

With no one anymore

Left for dead and better that way

So I fall dead with gun in hand

On that one fateful day