Assisted suicde

You're sick and tired of your life
it's a f**king shit hole
and you find your only friend is the knife
Make sure its sharp enough
don't want to screw it up again
cutting over old scars is a bit more tough
Cry your tears of blood
not from your eyes but from your wrists
you'll find the blood trickles faster
if you clench your fists
you have no will to live
its all over
The world has nothing to give
there is no more time for sorrow
you are about to be freed
and there will be no tomorrow
no more nestling into pain
Curling up in your private tortures
this is the only way out, before you go insane
live life in horror of what you've become
or there is the other option
end it all for what you've done
Does death want you
Or do you want death
It doesn't matter you're through.

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