Suicide

Feeling so lost, so confused, so alone

Don’t know what to do anymore

Going crazy in this lonely world

Full of anger and gore

Am I meant to live this way?

Feeling so trapped, feeling like a slave

I need to break free, break free from it all

I need space, I need air

Can’t breathe anymore, feeling to trapped by those who “care”

I need to rebel, to do something wild

Need my blade to help me escape for a while

Help me forget my troubles, help me get away

Put me to sleep, make the madness go away

Sweet sweet sensation I feel on my wrist

I see the blood oozing out and I just can’t resist

The ecstasy I feel as I see the blood drip to the floor

I know I should stop but I cut more and more

Start feeling drowsy, feeling oh so numb

Did I do something right?? No…this feels wrong…

The tears fall from my eyes and onto the floor

I think to myself, “I don’t want to feel this way anymore”

I look down and walk towards the gun

I think “oh boy this will be fun”

I point the gun to my head and sing joyfully

“at last I am free…I can finally sleep peacefully…”