Suicide

My final thoughts spin around me
I'm going to see the Devil tonight.
Please don't cry for me
It was the chose i had to make.

This life with it's pains
Some, nobody should have to face.
Others,
yea, I'll admit i brought them onto myself.

If only you could of understood,
what it's like when people stare at you all day long.
I know you tried to help,
but your help didn't help, it wouldn't of anyways.

So don't cry for me,
this chose was made before you could of known,
could of helped.
seeing my last breathes, as i lie on the floor.

As i look down at you from above,
I want to reach out and hug you,
Mom i love you, but now i have to go
The Devil's come to take me to my new home.