The knifes I hold close to my wrist
blades running across bare skin
blood pouring from your vein
knifes are my friend as I watch myself bleed
the pills I pop as my life falls down
taking a handful not knowing what it is
hoping they stay down long enough to die
watching my room spin around and around
as the blood still drips from my already cut arm
the rope I hang from just to be sure I die
tightening around my throat
turning beautiful faces black and blue
dropping a few feet from the floor
closing your eyes tight with pain
the gun i use just because i can
holding it to my black and blue face
eyes closed with pain from the rope on my throat
pulling the trigger as fast as i can
hoping that it will not miss from my shaking hands
final thoughts of pain, and loss
you do not know me
my pain and my life
the life that i have now ended
my wrist is bleeding from my sharp friend
my body filled with the pills that stayed in
my face black and blue from the noose i hung from
my wall splattered with blood from one bullet through my head
my soul is free from my hurting body
the knife dropped to the floor
with the suicide not i choose to write
my final words i hope they will understand
my life is full of pain and hate
i tried to be strong and fight it through
but that was not enough to save myself
Im sorry I had to leave you
but i am finally happy in a long time
they looked at my face
saw tears striking down my face
from being scared and having pain
and knowing i just caused friends and family
just as much pain as I had that I died to get rid of
