The thought of death,
stirring inside,
my happiness, the truth,
send me on a ride,
Ive lost all hope,
I feel empty, who knew?
As I lingered in darkness, my hunger for death grew,
I didn't know whether to hide or run,
neither of the choices, sounded like much fun.
A image of a pill floats in my mind,
what my friends did,
man were they kind,
they understood me, knew how I felt,
and even after the cards that I dealt,
I guess I feel guilty,
for doing what i did,
but my broken friends think that I kid,
I go along with what they say,
letting all my sorrows just slip away,
its a good feeling,
to know you have life,
this is the end of the thing I call strife.
[Friends can be all someone needs, remember that!]
