Suicide

by Triana   Nov 26, 2003


Why do people think about it?
What goes on in their head?
It's easy to see yourself
Laying in a grave dead
Most victims are sick
That's what drives them to it
They think its the only way out
All it takes is one slit
The others are disturbed maybe
They do it to prove something
Get their loved ones worried
Or they feel as if they are nothing
I think about it time to time
I've tried slitting my wrist
To be honest I don't know why
Mostly because I'm pissed
I also feel like I'm not loved
And that nobody gives a shit about me
I think I'm seriously troubled
But they can't see
Suicide, you slit your wrist sometimes
So it to make the shit stop
If you mess it all up and don't tend to
You'll die and just drop

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