You can't take it You can't live with it The pain is too much The kids at school They keep hurting you Or maybe it was your father Maybe your mother Maybe they're both dead Like how you will be soon Maybe you're in love with abusers Maybe you are simply sad But either way You can't take it anymore
You take a rope from the attic You grab a gun from the cuboard You steal a knife from the kitchen You're at the bridge over the river You're on a railway with a train Wherever you are Whatever you have It doesn't matter now
You take a rope from the attic The kids at school They taunt you and laugh They say they wish you were dead Well their wish is coming true You're suffocating You're silent You're gone
You grab a gun from the cuboard Safety is off You're in your room You whisper a goodbye To the father who hurt you To the brother who loves you BANG The shot can be heard for miles You're gone
You steal a knife from the kitchen Your mother's prying eyes Who breaks your heart With hateful words You're in your bathroom You hold the knife to your wrist Your lifeline is bleeding out The blood is on the white floor You're gone
You're on a bridge There's a cold and fast flowing River of tears and sorrow Your mother is gone Your father is gone Time for you to go You leave your other family Who are grieving with you You jump You fall You're gone
You're at a railway with a train Ready to hit you with pain It wouldn't be the driver's fault It was the abuser You thought loved you But you were wrong You are hit by the train It stops with your broken heart You're gone
Where is the rope burn? It burns your parents They weep and wail They lost their child They're sunk into a sea of sadness They read the note They beg dear god above " why were we not enough? "
Who did you shoot? Your brother's chest He's staring silently At his sibling's dead body As he stutters and sobs He wonders " why was I not enough? "
Who was stabbed? Why your sister She doesn't know who to talk to She doesn't know who can help As she screams for the neighbors As your heartbeat stops " why was I not enough? "
Who drowned? The family you left behind Your uncle is silent Your aunt is shocked Your cousins, your grandparents They cant believe it " why were we not enough? "
Where is the wound? It bleeds in your friends' hearts No matter how many you have Or rather had They can't stop crying They can't stop thinking " why were we not enough? "
Your name is in the papers You're on the front covers The world is full of tears The news reporter is upset There's a book with your name There's bloody roses on your grave Marked with your name
You stop You think You put away the rope You put the gun back You replace the knife You walk away from the bridge You run off the railway You hide your tears in the rain But you think Think, think. Maybe you can live one more day Or two days, three days, Four days, five days, six days A week or two A month or more A year or so Maybe forever
You won't take away the pain by killing yourself. All you'll do is pass it on People care, I promise they do. If no one does, I do.