In the morning I’m gonna be sick, Vomiting and close to death
Be taken off to hospital where I hope I take my final breath
I am suicidal
And I hope this time it's fatal
Overdose, slitting, drowning, Whatever it takes,
Until my mind, body and heart, Aches and aches.
People will hate me forever more
After I overdose and fall to the floor
But after I’m dead, why will I care?
It’s their fault, they said they’d always be there,
Maybe someone will shed a few tears
Maybe even remember me for a few years
But then, of course, I’ll be remembered as a suicidal freak
Someone who can't put up with the pain,
Someone weak
But have they lived what I’ve been through?
Seen what I’ve seen?
Felt the pain of anything I do?
But I guess “normal†people don’t,
Cause they don’t cut themselves
Or feel like they live in constant hell
I guess this is where I must apologize
But then, this isn’t the time for lies,
So I’ll leave everyone to grieve
Not that I know why anyone would care when I leave
So goodbye everyone
And remember what, to me,
This world has done.
