When I think about suicide
It just feels too right...

How come I cannot display my portrayal
Am so ashamed of what I have become...

How Come I cannot write
What I really feel Inside...

He slowly slips the ring onto my finger
But it slides right off as soon as the blood...

Same face I see staring in the reflection
The scars of tears remain enclosed by skin...

Screaming and crying of the little kids
The screeching of the slide from water skids...

Glowing In The Midst Of Night
It Stands a Dazed Upon My Eyes...

Can Thou Feel These Tears
That Drip Upon Thy Face...

Words should not be spoken
If the meaning lacks the cause...

Have you ever felt isolation
From whom you really were...

Have you ever felt isolation
From whom you really were...

The sound of the soft spring seeps
Ringing gently within my gist...