I can't breathe
I can't speak
my body's shaking
I feel so weak
no screams
I can't cry
frozen solid
watching me die
the minutes pass
the hours fade
it burns like fire
where I pierced the blade
will someone find me
before I'm done
will they care
I grab the gun
my final moments
were just a joke
on my own blood 
I begin to choke 
the barrel close
with perfect aim
now the statistics 
have another name