Suicide Smiles At Me

It's such an ugly word
"Suicide", thats what it is
I am constantly told that if I died
My presence is what they would miss

For some people that may be true
But for me thats not the case
You can see it in my eyes, my cries
It's written all over my face

If I had a real family
Things wouldn't be the same
I wouldn't be so depressed
I wouldn't play the "Live or Die" game

If my father was still here
If he stayed put and never walked out
My mother would be the least bit sane
And she wouldn't scream and shout

I wouldn't be so damn depressed
I wouldn't cut nor cry
When asked if I'm feeling okay
I wouldn't have to lie

If I still had my true love
If our love was strong, won't fade
Then I wouldn't have a reason
To pick up my blade

I wouldn't think of suicide
My life I won't try to end
But aren't these just normal thoughts
If my heart won't seem to mend?

It's such an ugly word
"Suicide", thats what it is
But suicide seems to smile at me
Reassuring me that I won't be missed

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