Thoughts are lurking within my mind,
All reminding me of one thing that stands out,
I have tried to do my best,
To make my parents proud,
But nothing seems to make it right.

So here I sit,
With one thing on my mind,
How should I end this life of mine?
Although I know I will never go through with it,
So instead i may cut a few lines on my wrists,
That's all.

Thoughts lurking in my mind,
Tell me the same thing over and over again,
Sometimes I think these are true,
I know words can cut deeper than any blade could,
But at least the blade creates blood,
Thats the one thing words cannot do!

These thoughts lurking in my head,
These words saying one thing,
"I'm a failure to ny parents and friends",
This I think is true,
So I sit and cut,
And create blood...

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