No one understands and no one listens Cuts and screams are my last resort Now my arms are in pain and bleeding My throat is scratchy and I cant speak I think of my life and everything that turned I remembber good times and I miss them badly Did my move to this new place make my life worse? My breathing is getting shallow as I lie here crying Now, I think of what I believe in I dont see heaven and I am scared of hell I dont think they are even there so where am I going right now? I know no one will miss me so I'm not worried about my goodbyes. Just where I am going to be in just a few short minutes My weapon is beside me surrounded by my blood Should I try to hide it what I have done? Wait! Does anyone care? Who's going to find me here? Well that is ebough questions. Its time to go now. My life was short. I hate the way it is ending, But at least I have a few good memories.