Throw your self into the light.
Darkness is not your friend.
All it wants is your death.
It works, because you hope for the end.
You think of plans in your head,
of ways to kill yourself.
I know your stuck because,
your afraid to get some help.
You draw pictures of death:
razors, ropes, guns, and knives,
hanging people, black slit wrists,
of people who\'ve lost their lives.
You dream of your coffin,
you laying beautifully there.
Looking at your eyes shut tight.
Fingers crossed in hopes to get rid of the fear.
But it never helps,
Sod crossed fingers.
You dwell in the past.
Your fear just lingers.
You take some pills
just to be numb from the pain.
You sit and wait.
The suspense drives you insane.
Nothing happens.
You just fall asleep.
The lord your soul,
he gives you keep.
Everything fades away.
You take your last breath
(fearless)
as you embrace your death.
