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In the stillness I feel death calling my name,

Telling me to end it all and commit suicide-

I know there is no reality-just pain;

You've betrayed me so many times-

And yet I still want to forgive you.

I think of death so often I dream

Of how I coudl kill myself with no fail;

The pain is too real-yet I am so fake-

I don't deserve to live, only in the darkest-

So I continue to think about suicide.

Your betrayal to me has lead me to a decision

Between living or perishing in the darkness;

I chose suicide-I decide that dying

Is better than living this life of hell and chaos.

I think often about how you've betrayed me,

The depression growing into terroristic suicide-

I feel too overwhelmed by your betrayal to me

And the sensation that was always there

Comes rushing back-and I feel like my life

Was never meant to be-I decide that

Suicide is the only way out of my depression;

I decide that your betrayal to me

Was permanent, and now I must suffer

The consequences of your betrayal to me.

I take the knife and cut my wrist so bad

That I cut up veins and arteries-

So bad that now you can't save me;

You've betrayed me, and now I start

Breathing slower until it is hard to stand-

I fall to the floor, blood draining

From my wrist-I'm dying and now closer

To suicide; my death won't be noticed-

No one cared about me anyhow.

As I lay on the floor, blood draining

Endlessly from my wrist, I start to

Feel numb-I don't feel regret;

How could I regret what you did to me?

Lying on the floor I see a Gothic cross-

A useless thing in a point like this;

I don't need a cross to know my fate-

I'm already dying-and I'm not believer.

I don't believe because you betrayed me-

And now you'll regret what you've done;

My suicide will make you think before

Your next victim falls to you-

They won't know you've betrayed someone-

They'll love you and then you'll betray them.

I now lay lifeless on the floor,

Blood draining out of my wrist;

I'm not breathing but not dead-

I'm unconcious; I slip quietly into death,

I've commited suicide and now

I am no more to life and have fulfilled

My wish to die and go to hell.

My friends and new boyfriend will mourn

Over my death for many years to come-

And you will regret that you betrayed me.

I pass away, leaving a limp corpse-

I float my way down to hell and

That I will live for eternity.

Your betrayal has left a deadly mark-

Suicide-and now you must face it forever.

I commited suicide-and now you'll never

Feel love for another for the rest

Of your life.