Here we are again,
At this down point,
Where all we can do is fight.
Another fight,
Another day.
And now you've left,
You'll be back,
Same vicious cycle.
You'll be back,
But will I?
Decide to end this life,
Days too long,
Scars show deep cuts,
Cuts that can't stop bleeding.
Bruises never fade,
Cuts just pour out more and more
Of my blood.
I write my note,
Spend hours over a notebook.
Trying to figure out how to say,
Goodbye, I died,
It's all your fault fault,
You hurt me so.
But I can't write,
Don't want to point my finger
To blame them.
So I finally just write,
Suicide, goodbye.
And I tie the rope,
Grab the gun,
Clean the blade,
Drink the poison.
I put the note on the table,
Cut my wrists,
Watch my blood pour out.
Step onto the stool,
Head in the noose.
Pop in the bullet,
Kick the stool
As I point the gun
And my life is done.
Gone forever,
No chance to change.
It's permanent,
Can't stop now what has begun,
So long ago,
So I die.
Without a real goodbye,
To those who loved me,
To those who care.
Because I don't know who they are.
A sad existence,
A life without purpose.
Nothing accomplished,
My life was started,
Just to be ended.
With a drink of poison.
A blade. A gun.
A noose.
A plan to end it all,
Before it could get worse.
But it didn't.
For me it only got worse.
So much worse.
