I thought I was a goner, dead for sure

I heard them talk when they thought I couldn’t

All they’d ever wanted from me was more

All those secrets they kept from me I shouldn’t

Care like do, but I can’t help myself

These emotions inside me, so fierce

But I can’t help but feel bad about myself

Even as I point the dagger and feel the pierce

I can barely feel the pain, just a stab

But I can see the blood begin to seep

And I slowly begin to feel the jab

Darkness over takes as I start to weep

I fall to the floor and I can feel my

Heart stop and I know I’m about to die