Gun, hanging, suffication, pills,
these were the options when i was ill
physically noone saw anything wrong
noone saw the damage that was done
in my head i was fuked up big time
i couldnt give anyone sign
i couldnt explain
i didnt know how to
to me their was only one option
i didnt want to live
couldnt see a way out
suicide filled my every thought
my every dream
physically i wanted to scream
letsomeone konw how i was hurting
but i couldnt so on that dreaded day
all the throughts ran away
i found the pills
i took to many
my mum came in to find me spinning
i was drowsy
couldnt see a thing
next thing i know im on a hospital wing
put on suicide watch the nurse kept checking
waking me up..blood presure she was measuring
so much shit happened because of that day
if only id talked
if only id said something
people might not see me as someone gone crazy
so heres my advice to you
dnt take your life
sit and think things through
talk to someone
if only for a minute
it might just be worth the life that ure living
