August 23, 2004

Death, destruction, pain, despair,
My heart can never be repaired.
I hate this world, I hate my life,
I hate it all except my knife.

Slit my wrist, the river flows,
And as it does, the pain all goes.
Got no worries, got no fears,
All I have are precious tears.

Got no thoughts beyond having you,
I’ve completely lost the world I knew.
Bitter chaos, sweet despair,
God, will you please grant my prayer?

I need him back, to be with me,
Please sweet Lord, allow my plea.
Even if we are just friends,
Without him my life will end.