My tears pour out my
hurt and wounded soul,
i need to escape my
fateful hell...
Suicide seems to be the only cure
to save myself from
the world...
but days go on and I fall from grace,
the pain in my heart is in my face.
time goes on and i just can't cope,
days seem so long
and I've lost all traces of hope.
I stand on the building in my minds illusion,
I see the scarlet blood pour from my wrist,
its days like this I wish I didn't exist.
I'm ridding myself of this poison,
you say you understand but you really
don't at all...
if only you could realize that you forcing me
to stay here has been the reason for my downfall.
