Every memory that makes me cry,Suicidal thoughts stay in my mind,Every second i want to die,There is nothing more for me to find.I try to hide,From my depression,But my emoticons collide,It's like an obsession.All the scars down my arm,I've always hated my reflection,On my own, I self harm,I'm so alone because of rejection.In a dark room.I sit silent and still,There is nothing but doom,Is this a dream? or am i just ill?With all the suffering and pain,I give into death,I'm slowly going insain,As i breathe my final breath I'd say goodbye,But i have no friends,As i start to cry,My story ends.