I remember the night i tried killing myself,

maybe i did die for a minute

Life, i didnt want anything to do with it,

i was sick of it, i prayed for a better way,

for a day i wouldnt feel any pain

i cant help but wonder, why was i happy when i was younger?

im slowly losing my mind,

my vision is blurry because i cant stop crying, when can i find a different way?

im an adolescent im not supposed to be stressin.

i dont feel like living to see myself let another person down,

i would rather drown,

i want people to stop feeding me lies,

maybe if i bleed out it would stop.

people tell me to hold on and be still,

maybe ill do it again and take 40 more pills

maybe then it would kill

i wish somebody would hold me and tell me everythings alright...

but who do i know, that would stop long enough

to see that my mind is rough and my arms were once cut

Who would understand a ghetto bastard?

a kid who looks fine but just feels horrible inside

maybe i've died?

i dont understand all this pain,

they say what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger,

not me, it just makes me more suicidal

i say im happy but i know im in denial

haha its funny how i sit in a room full of people and im still alone

somehow i knew i was gonna end up like this

nobody understands me so they dont stick around too long.

is it too much to ask for someone that cares and not some therapist that just hears what your saying but doesnt listen,

or am i wrong for asking that?

Just gotta remind myself its a bad day, not a bad life