• The twisted destruction,
    Depression and hate,
    Lost by yourself,
    The slam of the gate.

    Shut out form the world,
    They pushed you away,
    Laughed in your face,
    Everyday.

    How useless you are,
    Your not worth a dime,
    You have no friends ,
    Your just a waste big time.

    And so on it went,
    Until there was no more,
    Your life became pointless,
    More than a bore.

    You sat in the room,
    The knife in your hand,
    Surely there was,
    A much better land?

    You could still hear them laughing,
    Inside your head,
    Telling your pointless,
    It doesn't matter if your dead.

    The knife pierced your skin,
    There's blood on the floor,
    In pain for one second,,
    And then no more.

    Because now you can't hear them,
    And they can't hear you,
    And nobody cares ,
    What you do.

    The pain it has silenced,
    The hate it has gone,
    But to late do they realize,
    What they've done wrong.