Every night I sit & cry,
wondering why I'd rather die.
I don't know why I feel this way inside,
I always say it's just my mind.
I can't stand all this pain,
it feels like pouring rain.
Most people say I need help,
but it makes me feel like I'm in hell.
When I look at the razor blade,
I think......look at all the scars I made.
I wonder if the pain will ever end,
But the thoughts in my head wont go away.
Suicide was once a choice for my life,
I choose to roll that dice.
When I choose to stop that dice,
it was to late for my life.
Suicide is now a part of my life,
it is an addiction that won't go away.
This pain cuts deep in to my heart,
I always feel like I'm alone in the dark.
I feel that no one cares if I decay away,
when my boo's helping me every step of the way.
I fooled with the devil,
and sold my life away,
and now I have to pay.
