I tried to throw up, all the food that I ate.
Well nothing happened, so that turned out great.
I tried to cut, deep enough to bleed out.
I could hardly make a scratch, with my nerves shaking about.
I tried to swallow the pills to kill me.
Just didn't work they fell away from my open mouth you see.
Yes I know this is a crappy poem.
But it might be my last, till I go home.
So I guess what I'm saying is deal with the torture.
Cause next is the rope to end my future.