What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it

Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule

Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever effects them
They just can't outrun

Sadness and tears
By all they left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide mind

One cut,
Two cuts,
Three cuts,
Four,
Come on, darling what's one more?

Five cuts,
Six cuts,
Seven cuts,
Eight,
Oh, what a mess this will create...

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
They say it's addicting;
Now I know it's true.
But the roses are wilting;
The flowers are dead.
My hands are shaking;
And my hips are lined red.

I stay up;
Late at night;
Crying, while thinking,
How this world would be better,
Better without me.
At 3 am I'm lying in tears.
Tears in my eyes,
Blade in my hand,
A flow of a red stream.
That red stream flows down;
Down my wrist.
Then i think whats one more?
One cant hurt, can it?
A flow or red stream drips down my wrist.
More and More...

Take lies and fears
And a pinch of regret and also
A little confusion and mistakes.
Put sickness and worry
And a cup full of betrayal
In an enormous cauldron of tears.
Mix with depression
And a touch of failure
Until tears rush down your face.
Throw in a miscarriage
And a lost love or two.
Then, broil in a broken heart
At one million degrees
Until overwhelmed with grief and sorrow.
You can tell it’s done
When you can stand no more pain.
Let stand until tired of the madness of the world.
Sprinkle on some jealousy
And serve with sadness and unrest.
Taste a touch of suicide.

I'll draw you a picture;
I'll draw it with a twist;
I'll draw it with a razor;
I'll draw it on my wrist;
If i do it correctly;
A red fountain will appear;
To take away my pain,
And wash away my fears

Every 40 seconds,
Someone in the world,
Dies buy suicide.

Every 41 seconds,
Someone is left to,
Make sense of it all.

Fake smile,
Dried eyes,
Scratched wrists.

White pills,
Rope tied,
Gun loaded

SUICIDE

Sick
  ******
   tIried
    Cutting
unImportant
    Drowning
usEless

You said i fell,
too hard, to fast.
My heart not healed,
from my wounded past.

The angry words,
The cruel remakes,
Another rejection,
Alone in the dark.

Tired of hurting,
Tried of pain,
I never want,
To feel again.

Can't stop crying,
Tears fall like rain.
All my efforts,
Always in vain.

Will it ever end?
My empty life?
Within my heart
A twisted knife.

My tears won't stop,
My heart won't mend,
Always broken,
Always the end.

I'll say goodbye,
I'll walk away,
Can't take this heartache,
For one more day.

I'll hear your voice,
I'll see your face,
And fade into darkness,
Away from this place.

I'll be forgotten,
I won't be missed.
Gone from this world,
I no longer exist.

Suicide doesn't,
**** people;
Sadness Kills,
Them...

Do you remember when you were a child,
And though,
That when you became a teenager;
When you become older,
You would party every night,
Until 4 am.

It's quite ironic;
Because little did you know,
That at 4 am,
You'd be hysterically crying;
Debating whether to take you life,
Or not.

It came again tonight,
Crawled under my skin, though my veins,
And into my heart,
It's vile seed rooting in my flesh.

Poisoning my blood,
Spreading through my body, infecting my brain,
Smothering my mind,
Like a corrupting vine.

Which each breath I can feel,
Its controlling getting stronger;
With each heartbeat I can feel,
It's growing deeper.

Maybe if I cut my heart open,
I could rip it out.

Maybe if I cut my heart open,
It would finally stop.

Maybe if I cut my heart open,
I could feel better.