You'll be coming home?

Gently pick it up,
Say a last goodbye.
Take the steps of death,
You'll be coming home.

Make yourself comfy,
Get the right spot.
Put it to the pale white skin,
You'll be coming home.

Slide it so it cuts,
Blood cooms pouring out,
Pain lets out the hurt,
You'll be coming home.

Train tracks down your arm,
Blood stained sheets and tears.
Your life is flashed before you,
You'll be coming home.

It's the spot you stop at,
Is it worth you doing?
There's people with more problems
You'll be coming home.

I can feel the stinging start to come,
The voices of people call me worthless.
I have got no life no friends no happy life
I'll finally be going home.

Home is peace and heaven.