Suicide like a cunning dream, ready to take,
Steal from the soul thats sunken into the silky soil,
Break my heart and take the pieces of glass,
Seedlings grow from the darkness,
I'd slit my own throat, but I love to suffer,
I vomit at the sight of my own blood,
The taste just rivets but I don't care,
Take a twenty-six pills just to cure the ache,
Like a poison for an antidote that doesn't even work,
Reconstruct myself so I can breath again,
I'll give you this rose while I bleed from the thorns,
There like needles, making me faint,
Tear my photo's off your wall, Make sure I never am thought of again.
