The Sins Of Suicide

What you are thinking,
Can make me shiver inside,
What you are thinking,
Is a sin of suicide.

What you want to do to me,
Will never be forgiven,
What you want to do to me,
Is a sin of riven.

What you are planning,
Can not always be unspoken,
What you are planning,
Is a sin of coming open.

I can’t live like this,
You have to confide,
All of this is,
The sins of suicide.

You will never be able to smell the sweet scent of flowers,
You will never be able to live happily in your darkest hour,
But you don’t have to end your life,
Just because it is easily done with a knife,
There is people that love you very much,
I am one as such,
But please put down the weapon of choice,
And use your voice,
To pray, to speak to people that can fix,
Fix the broken hand of the clock that ticks.
Fix the broken wings of prey,
Fix the emptiness of you so you can always stay.
Stay with me.
So I can let myself live inside,
Knowing you haven’t committed the sins of suicide.