Sweet Bliss of Suicide!

Standing here missing life definition
Can love stand the test of time
Isn't that why you want me dead
There's going to be Hell to pay
A young Angel's going to die today
I'm wearing A sweatshirt
The blood from my wrist seeps through
So I try to wash it out
but the stain stays
Now people can see my bliss
No one understands why I do this
No on knows why I hide
Only I know why I want suicide
There's not enough pills
To take away all my ills
I have too many Demons
So many fears to Fall to
So I'll be ignorant
And I'll find my
Sweet Bliss of Suicide!