Suicide Angel

My friend says she's through
she doesn't want to move on
she picks up the knife
she wants her life to be gone

She asks for help
holds back her tears
pushes away her suicide fears

Weeping and weeping
is all she does
thinking of the person
she once was

Hoping to God
her parents don't find out
all the bad sh-t
she's been thinking about

She dug that knife in so deep
all she can hear is herself weep
the ride to Memorial was so long
how can her judgement be so wrong

She opens her eyes
and all she sees
is her Suicide Angel
and that was Me