It's hard to tell you how I feel,
When these wounds are taking so long to heal,
These wounds are on the inside but on the outside too,
From the pain I've felt you haven't a clue.
My problems are so hard to explain,
But there's nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
I've tried writing it down for you,
I just destroy it, there's nothing you can do.
But to tell you, there is no way better,
Than to explain it in my suicide letter.
Soon you'll know what I went through,
And how I never knew what to do.
So goodbye, from me to you all
I'll be dead by the time you pick up the phone and call.
