This is a curse,
My life keeps getting worse.
One minute I'm up... then I'm down,
Wishing I would drown.
In and out of T.R.M.C.,
Trying so hard to be free.
These fatal attemts at suicide,
Something I was told to hide.
When will this vicious cycle stop?
When I'm found by a cop?
The cuts run so deep,
But yet, I still don't weep.
I keep it all inside,
Praying that one day I'll die
My pain just won't go away,
But I keep going from day to day.
They all know something's wrong,
But still it won't be long.
Everyone will know of my pained heart,
That has been shattered and torn apart.
