The thoughts of death slowly ease my mind with a bullet in my head.
And a knife stabbing in my heart.
Removing the pain of my broken heart for this time.
The knife will stop my heart and blood will spill upon the floor.
And I will lay there and let death take me over.
Never hoping to return to this world of pain and misery.
With one slip of the blade my blood will pour from wrist.
Reveiling my death to all the ones who have hurt me.
Escaping all the things I feel inside.
And as the visions flash before my eyes.
I see no happy memories or love ever in my life.
My death is an escape route for my broken heart.
To ease all the pain I've felt and thats never healed.
