• It hurts, not being loved, when no one cares, not even a family,
    And when you die, there is no tears at your funeral,
    No flowers, no sorrow, no caring
    But, there was one person,
    Who couldn't go, because of her parents,
    And then she kills herself, with a note

    A note saying "sorry"
    It looks like tear drops fell on the paper,
    And there was a razor in her drawer,
    And every night she would cut herself,
    Just as I did, and then cry her self to sleep,
    Just as I did, sometimes,
    Death is a gift, to those in pain,
    Who don't have love, who don't deserve love,
    Stop and think, is death really that bad?

    The End