To fall and never rise...

With scissors in her hand
she argues with herself
she wants this suicide
but all she'll get is hell

So tired of crying
pointless tears
so tired of writing
when no one hears

so tired of searching
for nothing at all
so tired of standing
as i once again fall

sick of throwing up
and sick of being sick
i don't know where to go
i think this might be it

i want you all to know
that if i go through with it
it wasn't something i wanted
i just needed this

so now i have to end this
but not with goodbye
just one more thing to say,
what happens when i die...