"Im not good at suicide"

I've thought it through so many times,
for I have no other reason to live...
You took everything with you when you walked away,
and now I'm left with nothing Else to give.
I'm all alone, in this dark cold world,
No one else in which I can confide...
Sick of the light of day,
But I'm not good at suicide.

Sometimes it feels good to be Here,
Here where no one can sense this pain...
Bleed this Invisible blood from my heart,
and keep fighting myself insane.
where no one hears these ugly words,
and the screaming when I cry...
wishing and calling my death near
because I'm not good at suicide.

My doors are locked, and windows closed,
everything inside this room is broken...
leave me alone I fit in just fine here,
I'm the one misery has chosen.
The thought of living makes me sick,
Ive been misplaced and denied...
I cant take this anymore,
but I'm not good at suicide.

So let me suffer till my death,
It's all my fault, for giving my heart away...
this is where I want to be,
this is where Ill stay.
Let my pain be,
as I slowly drift out of sight...
Just leave me here all alone,
Because I'm not good at suicide.