I need to end this suffering
I need to take away the pain
I need to find something in the house
Something sharp that I can gain
I know she won't let me
She won't make me die
But that would be better she said
Then your soul will fly high

I pull the knife close to my neck
The blade sharp under my eye
She waits patiently
I finally plunge it inside
My blood flows around me
Now I'm about to die
She laughs above and grabs me
She says now your soul is mine