The truth
On my bed wrists slashed
How much time has passed
Without a whimper
Without a cry
I lie here waiting to die
I can't feel the pain
I can't see the rain
I see the light
What a beautiful sight
Am I dying what have I done
Is my life really gone
I lift my head but I can't see
What is really happening to me
Is this the way I should go
What is this all to show
Just coz of those people who don't care
Who just never gaze from their stare
My life is not the same
Coz of there game
I'm a Goth
But that's not enough