• If I die now, I might go to Hell,
    Maybe later Heaven if my life goes well.
    Darkness, sorrow, consuming me,
    My only thought of life is surpassing He.

    Thoughts, voices, flowing in my head,
    Scratch my skin off as if it shed.
    I wish I could just take my life back,
    I’m so afraid just to hit the sack.
    Bang my head on a wall;
    Oh my god, dang it all!

    Making goals, like to surpass He,
    Maybe suicide, or to kill She.
    Still all I see is the darkened breeze air,
    All of this to me is to much to bear.

    So still, I’m the same,
    A crazy dark boy spending his life in shame.
    Friends stabbing me, in the back,
    What is it that they think I lack?
    I think, my life will never change,
    But, I don’t want to die, which I find strange…

    To me this year is like the end,
    Of my life as I know it, my wounds…
    Shall never mend.