I come to speak, that I have made a decision, that My life isn't worth living, Everyone seems to be giving up, Only because I see no hope, I cry to myself, deep inside, I can't understand why I am still alive, I regret making it to age sixteen, I don't have anyone to be a part of me, I wish Death would greet me soon, To bring me down, to everlasting doom, I so deeply believe in my decision, that my life is never worth living, I scream and I cry, Just waiting for the moment I do die, I understand many people lie, When they direct their lie to me, it crushes me on the inside, Feeling utterly weak and feeling afraid, I now pray that Death would take me away, All the cuts on my arms and legs, Will never be enough, I can do more, Even the one on my wrist, Witch was meant to finish me off, I guess it didn't do the job, Resorted to my last goal, That is my decision, That I am not worth living.