Never trust anyone, only your self,
Untill the only one you talk to is the diary on your shelf.
You've been hurt, you've been torn,
Your heart lays tattered, and worn,
Once you were happy, once you lived,
Now you just sit here, wishing for freedom.
Freedom from pain, freedom from living,
But don't you see that your prison is fitting.
You once trusted someone, that played with your emotions,
Now you lay here with nothing, but a motion?
Once to your friends, shooing them away,
Once to the knife, that goes in to play.
You abandoned those you love, saying you are not loved,
Then you die, and watch the tears from above.