Posted: Monday, December 17, 2012 8:14:16 PM
Cut too deep, hung too tight,
Too many pills, dying in the night
Pain in your life
So you picked up a knife
Your voice unheard
Always spoken, but no one hears a word
You made your choice
So someone, anyone would hear your voice
With many cuts made and red blood glistening
It's funny when you're dead how people start listening.