Suicide.

Isn't this feeling supposed to go away?
Amn't I supposed to get better?
Well it seems like things have only gotten worse
And my cheeks continue to get wetter.

Shouldn't I want to live by now,
After my close run-in with death?
Yet all I want is to "accidentally"
Overdose on 50 mg of meth.

Is it wrong of me to want to end it all?
Was it wrong of me to try?
I'm sick of not being able to do something;
Of being forced to just sit and cry.

Because sometimes I just need to feel
Like I have some form of control over my life.
And sometimes the only way to do that
Is by taking the knife.