Thoughts of suicide

Crawling thoughts of suicide go round and round inside my mine,

These thoughts I thought I left behind surface up, yet still denied.

This pain I want to let it go, but here it stays & starts to grow.

Wrapping vines around my veins, showing signs impossible to tame.

Falling under, falling deep.

It's getting colder & I continue to weep.

Forever more inside my brain, forever more ill be insane.

Lying here & crying there,

If only I could see, death was near.

Today I die, I've finally won,

I'm so high, I can finally grab that gun.