my threads

shoot me
stab me

no pain will be as worse
except the broken peices of my shattered heart

once i lay my head down in pain
everyones tears will become the rain

with all the bad news and sorrows
everyone will awake with sad tommorrows

im sorry im dead
my threads were at there ends

my life was horride
you thought i just adorded it

you werent able to feel my pain
you thought i was sane

i put that knife deep down in my wrist
and you still just insist

you didnt know me
didnt you see?

im gone now
please dont wither away and
be brown during the day