I write my letter one by one
Telling my friends goodbye
And asking them not to cry.

I lay them in a place to hide
Until I find my reasons why.
Why to die
Why to end it all.

Then I reach the day
The beginning of the end.
I reach for the box that held the letters
And I placed them carefully on the bed.

I stand there searching
Searching for my knife
The one to end my life.

Now I'm gone and looking
Looking at all the ones who cry
All the ones who want to know why

In the letters they say
That I had no choice
That it hurt so much for no one to hear my voice
It was the words they said
The words they didn't say.

So now they understand
But still they wonder why
Why could someone hurt this much
So much they want to die.

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