Suicidal Thought Part 1

What happens when you take that knife?
look at your wrist and end your life
what happens when you cry for help but know one's there?
looking back to when you were young, does it seen fair?

tears that fall and hit the floor
crying at night hoping someone would open that door
wishing that someone like you would be there
crying out to the world asking who cares

maybe this is my life
since you left nothing went right
i remember our times together
but to you, i'm still nothing better...

you're not my friend or my enemy
i just know you had to leave and you left me
you left me in this cold world to face alone
even though this is where i live...its not called home

thanks for the times we spent
but i could live life trying to figure out what you meant
you said i need to go, but i'll come back
but you never did, and yes i believed that

you might be the only one who understands
who and talk to me and knows who i am
but now that your gone
life has stopped and i can't find a way to move on

do you think its suicide?
you know, slide the razor and hope i die
do you think i should take the razor and press it hard
cut so deep, loose so much blood that it makes a mark

do you think i should end this life...?