Why is it that all the thing in my head point to death?
I have a feeling that there has been a theft,
Of my sanity and will to live,
There is nothing left to receive or give.
Please try and understand that I do not wanna suffer anymore?
I feel that to pain I am a wh*re,
I use it when I need it most,
But I still have not slit my wrists or over-dosed.
I want it SO bad that it kills,
But I have no help, no confinement, and no pills.
When you feel like I feel the knife is your friend,
It leads you to a blissful and happy end.
Just one fatal slash, that is all it takes,
Then you can be happy, but your family breaks…
…into pieces because of your doing,
You did it because of one of them without them knowing.
What do you do when you look in the mirror and want to cry?
The only option in your mind is to die.
Death and pain are friends when you feel like I do,
Its weird how they help me, does it confuse you too?
