More thoughts of suicide and temptation fill his mind,
Realising then nobody is by his side.
He cant bring himself to pull the trigger,
And he promised he would put down the knife.
He wishes hed never been born,
To take away all the pain.
There are blisters up and down his arms,
To subsitute the pain.
People say they really care althought they never seem to be there.
He wants to cry and more so to die.
It seems as if nobody knows how much it means for someone,
Just to say hi.
