There are some days when you cannot think,
You cannot cry, you cannot scream,
You are stuck inside the pit of your mind,
Searching, but never finding your way out.
Someone tells you something, you cannot hear,
You're stuck inside your little world.
Life seems pointless, so does the rest,
You want to finally lie to rest.
You look around, there's nothing helpful,
The floor is bare, the walls, unharmful,
Nothing there to help you die,
And go on to an other life.
You try to think, but nothing comes,
You don't want to go on being what you are,
You see some steps looking awful nice,
I walk towards them, they're long and steep...
The others already looked away,
For them you're gone, their life's the same,
Just one person less to feel bad about,
They're kind of happy, and no one cares,
That you're just about to leave for ever,
By rolling down those stairs.
And now you're gone, your body's mangled,
Your head's ruined backwards, your bones are broken,
Your blood is slowly spilling out,
To paint bright red the mourn grey floor.
By that time your life has left your body,
You're left staring at yourself, while floating in the air,
And now you're stuck, just as before,
To dwell on earth forever more.
