Emotional Suicide

There's no turning back now
It's finally going to end
There are tears on my face
And a gun in my hand

So far from those I know
That think they understand me
I thought they actually cared
But they all just condemn me

The branch on the mountain
I'm gripping, dangling a mile
Below the people stare up
At the one who suddenly turned vile

They won't send for help for me
I'm not worth their bother and time
All they know is what I've become
So far away, all I do is mime

There's no gun in my palm yet
Not a slit on my arm
This is all in my head
But send off your alarm

I may go off and forget myself
This emotional suicide is edging
Toward one that is not so different
From the physical one I am sketching

All that I need is a hand to hold
That'll bring me from this state of mind
'Cause I swear, I'll hold on tight
All I need is some of your time

Let me talk out my pain
I'll throw away my blade
Let me confide in you
I'll try real hard to stay

*To be continued....