Suicide

Tired of this messed up world,
I have nobody that I can hold,
take my heart and make a mold,
before the day it becomes sold.

Running from my hectic life,
out of mind and out of sight,
helplessly wandering through the night,
trying to find my bloodstained knife.

You can't help me anymore,
others before you have gone way too far,
they've taken me over the edge,
and now I'm jumping off a ledge.