Suicidal Inconfidance

Suicidal inconfidence,
Is what I live by,
Why am I still here?
Why do I even try?

Please hand me my razorblade,
That I keep under my bed,
Just let me go into the darkness,
Get these thoughts out of my head.

Hand me those pills,
The ones mom takes every day,
Those anti-depressants might just help,
To limit what I say.

Give me one more chance,
To think about what you said,
But I just want to give it all up,
And get these thoughts out of my head.