The Stars

You hurt me today,
It was like a slap in the face.
You made me want to fade away,
As you left me without a word to say.
I left and you didn't say anything,
I said goodbye but there was no reply.
Why do you make me want to hate?
Why do you make me want to die?
I want to grab the knife,
Over you.
I want to end my life,
Because of you.
I hate this,
I thought it was over.
But this hate, this.
This power.
It comes back and takes over me,
I fight and fight.
But this hate always overpowers me.
But this fight will end, this night.
I look up at the stars,
The night's darkness shines.
As I shut the door,
I know that this is the time.
I take out the butcher knife,
Thoughts run through my head.
I take the first slice,
What a horrible dread.
I take the knife to my face,
Cutting my smooth skin.
I want to rid of this place,
And live a sin.
I bleed tears,
For my eyes are scarred.
I gain fears,
As I look up at all the stars.

There in the blackened night,
I see my families face.
There in the sky with my fears inside,
I see my face.
Goodbye,
Mother,
Goodbye,
Father.
Goodbye,
Life,
Goodbye.
This time I won't fly up high.
I will fall below,
Because I have done the unthinkable.
I lost all hope,
As I damned myself.