Sadness runs into my veins.
Everyday there's more and more pain.
Last night I finaly tried,
I tried to commit suicide.
Everything was going wrong,
I held a rozorblade in my hand.
I never thought that things once made me smiled, now make me cry.
I just want this pain to end.
I was thinking of how my life went.
Without thinking I cut deeper and deeper.
I hit a vein, would this be the end?
I didn't cry, I couln't think, I was released, I felt the sadness flow away.
But then it stopped, not my life, but the bleeding.
Great, another thing I am failed in.
Sorrow lasts...