Nasty threads

Eyes filled with tears,

haert filled with hate.

You say this is it,

the end....

Your eyes disagrees,

i answer do it.

Empty threads,

take this knife,

now or never.

Your parents cry,

your friends handels you as gold.

What have you done?

My dear.

What are you doin,

do they deserve this?

Is the fame worth it.

You went,

came back knife in hand.

Cuts on the arm...

You cant do it.

Can you, my dear?

Why do you cry?

why dit you hurt them?

Do they deserve this.

You ruined all.

Cousing pain with nasty threads.

Why dit you do it?