It's bright outside

But dark in my soul

I smile so the pain won't show

I try to hide the stains on my wrists

And even though I know

That you have made me like this

I greet you politely

With a fresh face

But one day

I'll return home

And think of you,

The scars you have left me with

I will grab a knife

And bring it to my throat

I cut deep, deeper than ever before

My blood splatters over my door

And when I fall onto the floor

With a knife in one hand, note in the other

Blaming you, solely, as the one who killed me

And made me like THIS