Death Is All Around

As I lay
In my bed
Thoughts of suicide
Run through my head.

It started with you
And ended in pain
Just the thought of it
Makes me want to take a knife to my vein.

As I sit here and cry
Thinking that I should die
Because no one likes me here
Anyway.

So why stay somewhere
When no one wants you around
As I take my final breath
Death is all around.