tears over flow my eyes, one drop starts a river
the hope i have dies, my hands begin to quiver
pain in my heart, as if it were cut out
blood begins to depart; i really just want to shout
final thoughts in mind, suicide is the topic
memories being left behind,taking IT out of my pocket
razor in hand, covered in red
ending planed,all things said
lying on the ground, painting the floor
trying not to make a sound, wanted no more
everything round me screaming, from the voice in my head
but i cant help getting this feeling, i should be somewhere else instead
locking the door, lying up against the wood
putting my head on the floor, not getting up even if i could
ready to let my spirit fly, getting ready for the exit
iam going to die, no way to fix it