I've never known how to apologize
not even to myself- much less to God.

Express with me
Breathe less with me
Undress with me
Make a mess of me

Break me
Make me
Take from me
Do anything but ache for me

Leave me
Deceive me
Free me
Do anything but be with me

The sun is setting

The light turns to darkness

The warm turns to cold

Everyone is asleep

Except her

She's awake

Ready to give up

She ties the noose

Tightens it around her neck

She kicks the chair

It ends tonight

If life was a game I’d be dead

If life was a game I would have killed myself multiple times

If life was a game I would have more than one life

If life was a game I could “reset” when I hit game over

If only life was a game I’d be dead already

My last sunrise has come today

In the early morning of misty may

Is where I lay

With scars from the previous day

There's a gun in my hand

A hole in my head

And a note on my heart

I apologize for the pain i've caused

But I could bear this burden no more

I freed my self to a better place

Where the sun is always shining

So this is my last sunrise

we've set our suicide dates
sadly we can both relate

we have scars upon our wrists
with despair in our eyes

we tried and couldn't
we've failed again
these are our suicide dates

We don't have a love like the rest
I compare it to Anastasia and Christian
You are so cold and dark inside
You can't provide love in my life
You can't save me from the demons in my mind
But I love the way you feel inside.

It's hard pretending I do not care
I wouldn't have it any other way
The way your thrusting inside me
Pulling my hair, and I scream.

Down on my knees looking up at you
This is what we have to offer
A secret life of ***, and I can't be your lover
But the way you grab me, pulls me away
You can take all you want
Just stay,  my fifty shades.

The pain grew and grew,
And I began to experience suicidal thoughts,
I realized that life for me,
Was at a desperate impasse,
I thought of the garage,
Of a place where I might sit in the car,
And inhale carbon monoxide,
I'd look at the rafters,
In the attic and think,
Of them as places where,
I might hang myself,
I look at sharp objects,
As being implements,
For my wrist.

You’ve got me strapped to this bed

I feel my mind leaving my head

I’m close to being dead

I can feel the needle break deep inside of my veins

They tell me I’m insane

But they made me that way

Every day it’s the same old thing

Nothing is what it seems

I swear I’m going crazy

I feel so hazy

There are so many needles in my arm

They said they would do no harm

But look at me and my insanity