It's Suicide Season
Strapped on, my seat belt's fastened, I'm ready for the ride
With nothing on my back, just chaos filling my mind
I'm ready to go and I'm ready to reach out for the end
Forgetting everything that occurred, running from my problems again
But from this point of view, I think it's a long way down
Hearing nothing but cries, that familiar sound
But I'm stuck here with this stigma, I've got only one thing on my hand
With my mind set forward and no one who can understand
I'm leaving this world broken, wasting my life
Here alone at the edge bringing my only knife
Just one cut would do and one step to take
Praying that those pills I took were nothing but fake
But being out here at this moment with everything falling apart
Makes me wonder how long it would take just to stop this bleeding heart
One that has been beating, one that won't stop
One that's torn and broken, one that never gives up
But right now I'm doing it a favor by stopping it bruised and broken
With words, lies and truths left unspoken
I say all these things and yet I feel so scared
Insecure because I'm leaving this world unprepared
But it's too late to turn back now with hands tied and eyes closed
Stepping forward telling everybody that I finally chose
I feel the wind in my hair and I'm about to crash on the concrete
Feeling myself slowly fading away as I hear my heart's last beat...
[AN: i wrote this poem because i was bored and for your info, I'm not suicidal]
With nothing on my back, just chaos filling my mind
I'm ready to go and I'm ready to reach out for the end
Forgetting everything that occurred, running from my problems again
But from this point of view, I think it's a long way down
Hearing nothing but cries, that familiar sound
But I'm stuck here with this stigma, I've got only one thing on my hand
With my mind set forward and no one who can understand
I'm leaving this world broken, wasting my life
Here alone at the edge bringing my only knife
Just one cut would do and one step to take
Praying that those pills I took were nothing but fake
But being out here at this moment with everything falling apart
Makes me wonder how long it would take just to stop this bleeding heart
One that has been beating, one that won't stop
One that's torn and broken, one that never gives up
But right now I'm doing it a favor by stopping it bruised and broken
With words, lies and truths left unspoken
I say all these things and yet I feel so scared
Insecure because I'm leaving this world unprepared
But it's too late to turn back now with hands tied and eyes closed
Stepping forward telling everybody that I finally chose
I feel the wind in my hair and I'm about to crash on the concrete
Feeling myself slowly fading away as I hear my heart's last beat...
[AN: i wrote this poem because i was bored and for your info, I'm not suicidal]