Suicide is now my only hope.
My only hope to be free.
To get away,
From the shit in my life.
Surely I'll be free this way.
I have to leave this world.
Leave it all behind.
Maybe I'm a coward,
Or maybe not.
I never did,
Have a say,
What happened,
To me in my life.
Never got justice,
Or even the chance,
To say no.
Well I guess,
I have control now.
Over my life,
And over my death.
Things left undone,
Things left unsaid,
Must stay this way.
My family,
Wont miss me.
If I think about it,
The only person,
Who loved me is dead.
The only thing,
On this earth,
That I'll miss,
Are my true friends.
They are,
The only people,
On this earth,
Who loved me.
Guess none,
Of those things,
Matter now.
As here I lie,
Death entering in.
I should of known,
This would be,
My only way.
