Out the window he watched the skys,
Burning, tear stained eyes.
He places the blade across his vein,
It will take away the pain.
The blade cuts deep into his skin.
It doesn't hurt, he's on the outside looking in.

To no one he will be missed,
He thinks about the girl he should've kissed.
Thoughts pass through his mind.
If they had only been more kind.
He thinks of the friends who ruined his life.
Now he'll end it with a knife.