Suicide Is Deeper

Sometimes you need to take away the pains in life,
You could use anything especially a knife,
You think of all the things you've been through,
And all the things you couldn't do,
You think of what a screw up you are,
And all the lies people have told you so far,
You think of how your heart is broken,
And all the love you thought was real but was only words that were spoken,
You think of this as the razor blade touches your scarred arm,
Must you really commit self harm?,
As the blade goes deeper,
You think of your life and how you can already see and hear the call of the Grim Reaper,
As you began to lose blood,
You think of all the people who pushed you in the mud,
And as your heart slowly stops beating,
You finally have what you've always wanted; wrists that were bleeding,
You've lost so much life you're falling to the ground,
All your emotions spill out as you fall dead without a sound