She tried to stop herself from crying almost every night, but she knew there was no chance of feeling alright.
Summer came by; all she wore was long-sleeves, 'cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see.
She knew she was depressed; didn't want to admit it, didn't think she fit in, everyone seemed to miss it.
She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed.
She had no friends at school, all alone she sat.
And if someone were to notice she'd blame the cat.
But those cuts on her wrist: they were no mistake, yet no one cared enough to save her from this self-hate.
Things were going down, never really up. And here she is now; stuck in this stupid rut.

[CONTINUED.]

She knew exactly what she had to do next: just stand up on that chair and tie the rope around her neck...
She wrote a letter; her hands shaking wild.

"Look at me now! Are you proud of your precious child?"

But she knew her parents weren't completely to blame, it was the stupid world that should bow down it's head in shame.
She stood up on the chair and looked up at the moon: "Don't think! It'll all be over soon..."
The chair fell down as she took her final breath. It's all over, all gone; now she's greeting death.
Her Friend walks in, she falls down to the floor, and now nothing can take back what she just saw. The little girl that she alway stood with is just hanging there; her body pale and her face violently bare.
She sees the note and unfolds it with care, all she does is stare.
"How can this be fair?!"
She starts reading as the tears roll down her face.

[CONTINUED.]

"I'm sorry (???) but this world is just not my place. I've tried for so long to fix this and fir in, but I've come to realise this world is full of sin. There's nothing for me here. I'm just a waste of space. I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race. It's a disgrace, & I was misplaced; born in the wrong time and within the wrong place. It's okay though, 'cause you'll see me soon; you'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon. As it shines bright throughout the night. And remember: everyone's facing there own fight... but I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter. You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter. So let the world know that I died in vein, 'cause the world around me is the one to blame. And I know in a year you'll forget I'm gone, because I'm not really something to be dwelled on. That's what they use to tell me, all the kids at school. So I'm going by the law: majority rules..."

[CONTINUED.]

"...My presence on this earth is not needed any longer, and if anything; I hope this makes you stronger. You're the best friend that I ever had! Such a shame I had to make you so very sad. But just remember that you meant to me. And to my heart: you're the only that held the key. Now it's time to go 'cause I'm running out of space to write, and yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight. I'm watching over you from the clouds above, and sending down the purest and whitest doves: to watch over you, and be my helpful eye.

...So this is it world, goodbye..."

This song is by a music artist under the name of 'Courtney Parker' and this song describes bits and pieces of my life and how I planned to end myself for the very first time. Thankfully I'm still here today but my personality hasn't changed much

cyan are you ok i know you write stuff like this and it makes you feel better but

Alex, I'm glad you're still here.

I havent heard this song in 10 months and I still know all the lyrics and now it's stuck in my head, thanks -_-

I finished reading your lyrics and it's the mom that walks in not a friend

i love this song (u ok?)

re: wanna talk? its ok if you dont want too.