There are two types of suicide
Kinds that nobody sees
A coward's way out
Or a hero's last ride

Like one last high
That feels like the first time
Fixing all their struggles and blights
As they float off into the eternal night

Because the cowards wanted to die all along
Some just picked up a gun right then
Others picked up a ****
And others decided to run

They're told it makes them happy
Because they are fundamentally weak
When they always knew its a poison
That might not work this week

Or those breaking in on lightning
Because there was never reason
For those who begged to please
But were forced up to a heavenly prison

Saving lives gives a meaning
With the moral set on repeat
And you never stop to think
You can't when your always on your feet

So they all give meaning to an empty dull life
Deciding their different methods
Of walking down the scenic route
To a long suicide