How Kind, How Cruel
How kind are you
For saving me from myself
When I thought it was true
That there was no help
How cruel are you
For condemning me to life
When all I want to do
Is take my pulse with a knife
How kind, how cruel
Are these acts of kindness to you?
Or seething hatred
That sinks deeper than even I could know
Can't you see what lies beyond this mask
No you can't and you're too scared to ask
If you won't listen when I have to cry
Why don't you politely just let me die
You're kind, you're cruel
It's all the same to you
You tell me to live
I ask what more can I give
You say, your trust, your love
But what if that's all gone
Then does death seem so wrong
To you, for me
My questions leave you speechless
Say I'm just hanging by a thread
I'd rather be hanging from a tree
Blinded by your urge to help
Make me look within myself
I say there is nothing there
You insist there must be something
How kind, how cruel
To be or not to be
Said Hamlet to me
And I chose not, not, not
A thousand times over
You're saving me from myself
Condemning me to life
I don't need your help
Just... a... knife
How kind, how cruel
To try and save me
What am I to you
Besides someone who will not see
When there is no light
In any part of my
Suicidal mind
How kind,
How cruel
No help left to find
Because trying killed you
For saving me from myself
When I thought it was true
That there was no help
How cruel are you
For condemning me to life
When all I want to do
Is take my pulse with a knife
How kind, how cruel
Are these acts of kindness to you?
Or seething hatred
That sinks deeper than even I could know
Can't you see what lies beyond this mask
No you can't and you're too scared to ask
If you won't listen when I have to cry
Why don't you politely just let me die
You're kind, you're cruel
It's all the same to you
You tell me to live
I ask what more can I give
You say, your trust, your love
But what if that's all gone
Then does death seem so wrong
To you, for me
My questions leave you speechless
Say I'm just hanging by a thread
I'd rather be hanging from a tree
Blinded by your urge to help
Make me look within myself
I say there is nothing there
You insist there must be something
How kind, how cruel
To be or not to be
Said Hamlet to me
And I chose not, not, not
A thousand times over
You're saving me from myself
Condemning me to life
I don't need your help
Just... a... knife
How kind, how cruel
To try and save me
What am I to you
Besides someone who will not see
When there is no light
In any part of my
Suicidal mind
How kind,
How cruel
No help left to find
Because trying killed you