Hurting, alone, over come by fear,
numb, scared, always shedding tears,
I hold my life in my hands
knife about my heart, I stand.

Should I do this?
Would I even be missed?
My soul has shattered,
I know I've never mattered.

Death whispers in my ear
and so the end of my life is drawing near.
It's not like anyone ever loved me
this will be an end to my story.

Know this is for the best,
now my soul and heart may rest.
I breath in a heavy sigh
to bring upon my endless night.

Hurting, alone, overcome by fear,
numb, scared, always shedding tears
listening to deaths whispers i realize,
I'm really about to commit my suicide.