They say suicide is a crime,
But some don't live in a pleasant time.
Why must we be forced to live when we wish to die?
why must we be forced to hold in these cries?
We live in the land of the free,
but yet we're not allowed to end our misery.
The pain follows us around,
but we can't climb high and fall to the ground.
These rules force us to live,
but what if our lives want to give?
I enjoy the torture and pain,
for without pain, there is no gain.
let the blood drip through my sleeves,
for it's the only outlet it seems.
If I die, I won't care,
for this life is far from fair.