Hope To Die

Stab your heart hope to die
Slit your wrists and gouge your eyes
Tie the noose and kick the chair
Fading slowly, one last stare
Blood drips down the bleeding wound
Alone and isolated in your room
Pick the lock and find the gun
Pull the trigger, tears will run
They find you later, they\'re not sad
Not sister nor brother, nor mum nor dad
Eyes mist over, blood pools around
Decide your fate without a sound.