Depression
a word we all fear...
I have a death wish
I wish I could die...
All the words you say
all the names you have called me...
What cures a broken heart
cutting helps...
Letting go
Letting go...
Paradise
the one thing everyone wants...
Here I am again
breaking promises...
Sitting alone in my dark room
my knife is calling me...
Once there was a guy
who went thru so much pain...
My head rests gently upon your chest
as it slowly rises up and down...
I guess I can say I've crossed one too many...
realising too late that all this time, they were...
I remember my first funeral:
everyone was either wearing black or white...