Suicidal

I stand outside facing the cold rain
And I watch my lost life's train
I am waiting for the sweet Death's arrival
Damn,I think I am becoming suicidal.

I cut my wrists,I scream my fears
I am choking in my own blood and tears
My friends saved me,I don't want to fight for survival
They said:you are suicidal.

I ran away from all their compassion
I do so hate myself with passion
I throw myself from a bridge thinking as I fall
I am dead now:no longer suicidal.