A game of Suicide

Thoughts and plans fly throughout my mind
Contemplating suicide with a knife in my hand

Hurting, bleeding, feeling pain
Suffication to my brain

My future, my past, all down the drain
Taking in pleasure, supposibly its called pain

My brutal acts leave no choice
I suddenly fall just to see a face

Her white face glaring
Into my eyes
My vision blurry, shes trying to disguise

I feel myself running
As im spinning on the ground

Im trying to find home
And im trying to be found

I close my eyes once more
But now I cannot see

I feel around for someone
Somebody come look for me

Im dying on the floor
From a simple little game

My death, my life
Will soon be heard
In the headlines
\"She finally will fly like a bird\"