My Good-Bye

Suicidal ballerinas dance in her head, They do in mine too, but I'm holding a gun instead, Razorblades scattered all accross the floor, The pain is emmence, yet I beg for more, I don't understand this game I play, A game of Russian Roulette with my life everyday, Holding the loaded barrel up to the side of my head, Pull the trigger...damn I'm not dead, Grab a razorblade, and start to cut again, no one shall know...not even my closest friend, My mom asked me about the blood stains on the carpet, I said "I didn't know" and she bought it! I Don't deserve to live, I'm waiting here to die, Consider this as my good bye