Suicide

The blood. the blood,
all I see is blood,
it pours out of my arms,
like an uncontrollable flood.

I drop the knife,
and fall to the floor,
every-things about to end,
but I keep my eyes on the door.

I lye there thinking,
about everyone I love,
hoping that soon,
I will be with them up above.

I can feel the blood again,
I look down and all I see id red,
it doesn't faze me,
because before this,
I was already dead.

My soul died,
when I saw you laying there,
all that blood,
it was just to much to bare.

It's been so long,
since I've seen you,
that's why I'm doing this,
your just to much to miss.

I'm growing weaker,
but I've never felt stronger,
I know this is what I have to do,
it will only be a little longer.

My mind keeps flashing back to the memories,
of the nights we were together,
I couldn't keep my eyes off of you,
I thought it would last forever.

But I came home that evening,
and saw you on the floor,
there was so much blood,
I almost didn't see the hole.

Someone came into our home,
and with their gun,
they shot three times,
and thought it was fun.

Pain shooting through my arms,
and once again I'm riped back into reality,
hoping, wishing that just one more time,
I can go back to my fantasy.