Suicide Season.

The days are dark and dreaded
By the people who live in pain
They feel they are indebted
To the people who try to help them.

The cuts are deep and painful
There is quite a lot of blood
They escape this cruel world for a few small moments
All that is left on their faces is mud.

The depression seems to worsen
With every passing week
They start to obsess with leaving
They start to get in too deep.

Life is no fun anymore
It's not even worth trying
When you are in constant pain anyway
That is the point of lying.

They will never figure out
That help is so easy to get
So another life is lost
Another end is met.

Some will turn to drugs
Some to alcohol
They lie to themselves
Pretending like a doll.

But the worst thing that happens
Is when someone just gives up
They would never believe that they would
End up drinking from that poisoned cup.

I know that life can be good
That things happen for a reason
But for me life just seems to be
One long suicide season.