Another suicide

by In love with him for life   Jan 7, 2006


Get rid of your pain with a knife or a rope
watch your life go as it comes to a halt
think about suicide throughout the night

knifes cutting through pain
a blade running across bloody pale skin
droplets of red running time thin
knifes are just a game that you will never win
become one with the knife as you slice up your skin

pills that kill them in the night
taking a hand full to swallow without fright
not caring what your body takes in
a weird concoction you seem to make
your life seems fake and you watch as it breaks
as your eyes slowly close
and your world becomes a blur

rope you hang from the fan
tightening around your throat
turning faces black and blue
feelings as if you are lost in a daze
thoughts swimming around your mind
of pain, death, and suicide
losing your mind as your dreams are forever lost

bullets you load in the gun
with a shot youâ??ll be dead
holding so close to your head
pain and thoughts all left behind
pull the trigger in a blink of an eye
as you fall to the floor no thoughts left inside

Iâ??ve seen your wrists cut and bleeding
your gun pointed at your head
your pills sitting inside your body
your rope hanging you dead

you have no soul, just knifes and pain
with reason you keep locked away
deep down inside you know.....
we have all shared the same worsening pain

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