Sleeping on Suicide

Blood stained sheets blood stained floors

my wrist wide open it wasn't,t like this before.

i shouldn't have picked up that razor and put it against my skin

slit after slit again and again.

i didn't know what i was doing i wasn't thinking through

killing myself seemed like the right thing to do.

i didn't even feel it cuz i took so many pills

numb to my brain i had to stay still.

drip after drip drop after drop

blood to my knees and it still wouldn't stop.
i wanted to end it i had already been through enough pain

i should have done the quick thing and put the gun to my brain.

or i should have got the rope and tied it to my neck

go to the highest building and jump like heck.

well it doesn't really matter cuz this is just a dream

i can do whatever i want nothings like it seems.

i can be a bird and fly so high

then get shot by a gun and fall straight from the sky.

or maybe i can be superman and be someones hero

lose one battle and become the towns biggest zero.

well forget all my dreams cuz they'll never come true

we all end up the same me and you.