I have a great friend,
But I still wish that my life will end.
My soul is now hard to mend,
Always having to pretend.

I am not okay,
But this isn't what I say.
I have a lot to look forward to,
But don't they know the past I have been through?

All the demons that I thought were gone,
are making me pull the trigger of the gun.
But I won't stop,
I will try to get up from my drop.

The blade deep inside my skin,
my head is starting to spin.
I am just thirteen,
a girl who hates how life has been.

Finally, I will die,
Finally, I am saying goodbye,
Finally, I don't have to think about why,
I believed all the lies.