I'm ready to quit
I'm ready to leave
giving up sounds so good to me
One, two, twenty-five
after each pill I'll be less alive
simple pleasures are now long gone
and I'm so sick of holding on
the scars on my wrist were beginning to fade
until yesturday when I reached for another blade
tears stream down my face as I take pill number six
my life closer to an end as the clock tics
I start to feel week and a little dizzy
and I know that it's time to get busy
thirteen, fourteen, I look to my left to see my suicide note
I start to choke up as I remember what I wrote
a few lines at most, short and clear
it simple says, "I dont wanna be here."
I love my family, I love my friends
but right before myself, is where my list of loved ones ends
twenty-one, twenty-two,
never did it cross my mind that this could be the wrong thing to do
twenty-three is all it took
before I passed out and landed in a nook
barely alive but not quite dead
thoughts of my life run through my head
with one more breath, and a tear down my cheek
I know more then ever, it's my time to leave
no regrets, I went without a fight
and I know that what I did was right
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