My Ticket To Hell

I've lived too long in this cruel world.
Too much to handle for this little girl.
I have an idea; I'll do myself in.
I'm going to die anyways, I'll never win.

All I need is a slit of the wrist,
As i bleed I fall to the ground with a twist.
The room turns black, I see a light .
Finally relief from this fight called life.

All my senses relieved serenity overwhelms me.
Then all of a sudden a coolness surrounds me.

I see God, but... he turns around.
First he smiled at me then he frowned.
Then he placed a ticket in my hand.
Suicidal is what I'm branded.

The ticket's to Hell, God just looked
Then he erased my name from a book.
Is it a book of life? or for the dead?
So many questions left unsaid.

Then he looked at me with truth in his eyes,
and he gave his heavenly reply:
"You've caused more pain than relief with you dying.
You have no reason to be up here flying."

And with that he cast me down,
Without making the slightest sound.
I fall, keep falling, it starts to get warm;
when darkness appeared then suddenly swarmed.

Then I opened my eyes and see faces.
All different people, sizes and races.
But I can’t understand, they are all wearing white.
It’s supposed to be dark, but it’s so light.

I see my family, they all look to me.
“Oh my God, She’s alive!” “Hey honey can you see?”
But there is no peace, with me being alive.
I did this for a reason. Why are they all crying?

Then it hits me, I didn't die at all
It was the Earth that had caught my fall.
But, in my hand there's a ticket, and i give a sigh,
It’s my ticket to Hell, this is Hell all right.