I enter my room after school
after a day of being told im uncool
i search in my drawer, it must be here
the thing that shows the end is near
its thin triangular, with a forboding grace
i shudder quietly, this is my place
my room is quiet as a tomb
i feel it will be over soon
a jab, a sting, sweet release
a feeling of overwhelming peace
my arm is damp with scarlet tears
i have learned to forget my fears
it was you who broke my heart
i should have known from the start
so when they ask who set me free
it was you, you helped kill me