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I'm feeling this pain, it's just too real-

It won't stop-I'm in too much depression.

Hoping for a way to stop the pain,

I only feel the way out is to die-my suicide.



My family has no time to care about me-

When they do, it is all fake and grim.

I feel I'm an inconvenience to my whole family-

Just because I'm stupid Russian chick who's busy all the time.



Feeling no worth in life,

I take a bottle of aspirin out of the bathroom,

Taking a whole bunch of painkillers

To numb the pain from the world-my suicide.



Although I had failry good grades,

I didn't feel my life was worthy enough-

I felt unhealthy and unfit to live

Through the on-going days and nights.



Feeling no worth in life,

I take apart a razor for the blade.

Cutting my arms up as bad as I can,

To numb the pain on the inside and wound the outside-my suicide.



Starting to think others hated me

Because they thought I looked so fat-

I start putting my feelings to a bad risk-

Thinking my life's not good enough to live.



Feeling no worth in life,

I swiftly stick my fingers to my throat,

Throwing up all my insides-

Trying to rid my body of nutrients it needs to survive-my suicide.



Taking these painkillers,

I see no light-

Seein gnothing but darkness

Up in the shadows.



Feeling so numb and daft,

I see total darkness-

Only light of blackness

Overcomes my fears.



Cutting my wrists,

I see nothing but blood-

Blood that is trickling down

Onto the firm ground.



Feeling so numb and daft,

I see total darkness-

Only light of blackness

Overcomes my fears.



Throwing up my insides,

I feel no pain-

Ridding my body of nutrients

So i can get anorexia.



Feeling so numb and daft,

I see total darkness-

Only light of blackness

Overcomes my fears.



I'm feeling this pain; it's just too real-

It won't stop-I'm in too much depression.

Hoping for a way to stop the pain,

I feel the only way out is to die-my suicide.