The urge to die shouldn't be so intense
The thought clouds my mind
So thick and so dense

Its strange to contemplate my fate
My life passing by
Like a forgotten date

I often wander if I have the power
To shoot myself
Or leap from a tower

I could only imagine the relief it would bring
but the grief left behind
Would make the devil sing

You'r friends would mourn parents cry
And all I did
was simply die

When your thoughts are
Minimal
They might be
Subliminal

Making choices on a
Hunch
But believe them just as
Much

But the evidence becomes
Clear
Your just running on
Fear

Fear of falling or of
Failing
Barely a grasp on the
Railing

People judge and that's
Okay
You'll live to fight another
Day

I hate
the times
and the
simple rhymes
that cloud
my head
when I'm
feeling dead
wishing all
was gone
not another
grey dawn

The things we do
are between me and you.
Shut you lips
you ***** *****.

It's a silly game
We always play
Winning or losing
We always play

Always questioning tomorrow
Will I die today
Slowly losing hope
Will I die today

Looking for a smile
There has to be a way
Shearching for a meaning
There has to be a way