There's an emptiness I trap inside,
ignoring it; denying that i'm not okay.
I just cant find it in myself to admit,
that i brealy make it through each day.
So I quit fighting back the worthless tears,
I stopped trying to put a false smile on.
I became void of all emotion,
I didnt care if I was right or wrong.
Numbness creeped through my veins,
i'd lost me reasoning to live.
So I drank away all the poison,
and all that I wanted to kill myself with.
I figured it'd be best slow,
the fumes intoxicating my lungs.
The blade found home against my sking,
I'd never seen so much blood.
The pain was indescribable,
but it made me feel so alive.
And with a single note lifeless on my chest,
I knew i'd commited the perfect suicide.
