Death

Death is the answer
To all that is wrong
The suckers way out
It was there all along

I'm not a sucker
But death is for me
As I sit with this knife in my hand
I ask you to see

But see me you wont
You don't understand
The best way out
Is by your own hand

I sit and I cry
Knowing not what to do
But thinking I would
In a minute or two

I see the knife
And I imagine the blood
Seeping out through my veins
A constant red flood

Laying and waiting
For death to arrive
Looking at the fires of hell
Ready to dive

My mind wanders elsewhere
As I think of my life
But that makes me mad
As I clutch the knife

The friends who betrayed me
The ones that don't care
The ones who loved me
It just isn't fair

Why were they lying?
Why can't they see
The torture and torment
That they're causing me?

But maybe they do see
And maybe they laugh
My pain is funny
Is the idea they must have

I ponder no longer
And slowly raise the blade
This is the last day
That I'll ever hate

I don't want to grow older
Or see anymore
I slash both my wrists and think
What are friends for?

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