Death has his cold hands around my neck
But I'm okay...

Help me up
When I fall down...

Hazy vision, teary eyed
Suppressing thoughts of suicide...

You could always make me smile
When I had tears in my eyes...

This life I lead in constant pain,
Gets washed away in blood made rain...

I'm not going to care anymore,
About my stupid dead-beat dad...

Stuck in a vicious spiral downward
And I can't seem to turn around...

Happy Father's Day!
I hear my friends cheer...

Writing for me,
Is a way to escape...

Crumbling like every time before
Crimson puddles stain the floor...

Hold my hand
And walk with me...

I don't belong here
Consumed in fear...