When I think about suicide
It just feels too right
Its just makes me feel tense
Afraid of losing my light
Theres no innocence to lose
Only pain kept up inside
It just relinquishes that anxiety
It just grabs my hand and helps me guide
Sometimes I have no reason
To cry constantly at small things
My happiness struggles to stand
But they are broken, my torn wings
Anything sharp or easily to jump off
My mind goes wandering off again
Should I not jump, or end this pain
It considers My greed, my life's vain
The same occurrence replicates itself
I never have the courage to do whats right
All I want for happiness is to transcend
Should I just run away, or stand up and fight
My hysteria of reality gradually grows
My suicides thoughts just mature once more
I have always felt chained to life's dirty tasks
Like beings life's dirty little wh-re
How is my envy growing so rapidly
Being jealous of people with contentment
Envy is killing me within making me more upset
Just gradually growing brutal resentment
Am just a remnant of life's reality
My heart is just ringing death's serenade
Anxious to see what life after death will be
I'll just be another hidden soul in deaths masquerade
