I stay up;
Late at night;
Crying, while thinking,
How this world would be better,
Better without me.
At 3 am I'm lying in tears.
Tears in my eyes,
Blade in my hand,
A flow of a red stream.
That red stream flows down;
Down my wrist.
Then i think whats one more?
One cant hurt, can it?
A flow or red stream drips down my wrist.
More and More...

Forget the risks
Cut the wrists
Take the fall
If that's what it takes,
just end it all.

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it

Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule

Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever effects them
They just can't outrun

Sadness and tears
By all they left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide mind

Take lies and fears
And a pinch of regret and also
A little confusion and mistakes.
Put sickness and worry
And a cup full of betrayal
In an enormous cauldron of tears.
Mix with depression
And a touch of failure
Until tears rush down your face.
Throw in a miscarriage
And a lost love or two.
Then, broil in a broken heart
At one million degrees
Until overwhelmed with grief and sorrow.
You can tell it’s done
When you can stand no more pain.
Let stand until tired of the madness of the world.
Sprinkle on some jealousy
And serve with sadness and unrest.
Taste a touch of suicide.

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
They say it's addicting;
Now I know it's true.
But the roses are wilting;
The flowers are dead.
My hands are shaking;
And my hips are lined red.

I'll draw you a picture;
I'll draw it with a twist;
I'll draw it with a razor;
I'll draw it on my wrist;
If i do it correctly;
A red fountain will appear;
To take away my pain,
And wash away my fears