I am sitting here all alone
Writing my suicide poem
I'm in the park after dark
I'm afraid to go home
I'm afraid of the oncoming pain
it's the reason I cut my vain
I grab the blade and hold it tight
As I live my final night
The blade sinks as I cut my skin
Releasing the pain within
the blood flows down
as my troubles drown
I drop to my knees
in a bloody mess
This is the night
I have long detest
I drop to my knees
it's hard to breathe
My goal I have achieved
I drop to my chest as I am
laid to rest
all I know is I did my best
