Shouting so loud,
My rage building so tall,
No one hears the bang,
When my hand hits the wall,
Knuckles black and blue,
But my hand has no pain,
I curl up and cry,
Tears flooding again,
With my blurred eyes,
I see under my bed,
The knife I well wrapped,
In tissues stained red,
I tryed once before,
But did not succeed,
Knife slitting my wrist,
Relax, breath, bleed,
This time ill cut deeper,
Ill hit a vain,
Mabey ill win,
Die, be gone no more pain.
