I am all about life
Yet I am still suicidal
Come drink and laugh for awhile
Killing ourselves again this night

The potential for abuse was high
Not a day went by that I didn't cry
Sitting in silence, suffering through the pain
Grinding on gears with rusted and faulty chains
After thirty-five long and lonely years
Still living in darkness, anger and fear
I can't help but often as myself why
Why after all this pain am I still alive
Its self abuse to the fullest and I'm forever trapped
Blind, in search for a new beginning with no map
Holding onto whatever life means
The pressure from depression is breaking the seams
Waking again choosing a mask from my closet
Happiness isn't there, someone went and robbed it
Tired now of being fake and playing pretend
A blood stained rose petal and suicide letter I send
I know you have received them before
But I'm already gone before this reaches your door