I probably shouldn't be telling you this,
But I want to die.
I'm tired of living.
I'm tired of failing.
I don't want to be your second thought.
I don't want you to choose.
I can make it easy for everyone.
Now I have a knife.
Pressing it against my skin.
The blade cold,
While my blood drips warm.
I shouldn't be telling you this,
But I'm okay now.
Coldness is slowly taking over.
I'm not scared.
I feel numb.
I don't have to suffer no more.
I'm free.
~I Shouldn't Be Telling You This
