Please, put this gun up to my head,
Pull the trigger and make this pointless life end,
I know I will never be sane,
There is no reason to keep putting you through pain.
I promise I will get help someday,
But that day is not today,
I know that you may worry about me,
But this is the way it had to be.
I know you may cry,
But I have to die,
I need this to help me move on,
And this decision is far from wrong.
You may disagree,
But I yearn to be free,
I have to run away,
And I won't live to see another day.
This is where I say good-bye,
The tears are rolling I can't help but cry,
As I hold the knife up to my skin,
Now I know the demons will win.
