A cut in the hand, bleeding wrist,
My soul will lie down in ice-cold mist.
A small bloodstain on the blade of my knife,
Just to end this suffering, this strife.
I am forever falling down an endless hole,
A gun in my mouth, the trigger ready to pull.
Swallow the bullet, clear shot to my brain,
Time will never wash away all pain.
The rope is loose, my head is through,
This guillotine will make happen what I never could do.
Cut off my air, breathe out my last breath,
My body turns cold as I slip into death.
Top of a cliff, watch the sun set,
Remembering how they said, not to worry, not to fret.
I HATE living inside this lie,
All I want to do is die.
Im tired of the tears that have lived on my face,
Tired of feeling lower than my solemn disgrace.
This feeling, it hurts so deep inside
Nobody on this earth with whom to confide.
A cold chill of darkness is swept over me,
I am going to fly into my destiny.
My soul will never see the depths of the stars,
But burning in hell is better than living with these scars.
I think of all those years that Ive wasted,
Its nothing compared to the tears that Ive tasted.
The rocky cliff base awaits me below,
I still wish these feelings upon me werent bestowed.
Maybe someday someone will see:
Falling is the only way I can be free.
Gravity takes its toll as my feet leave the floor.
My life has been hell, nothing less, and nothing more.