I was looking down at my best friend
Slashing her fragile wrists apart
She screams, wishing her life would end
"Why did she kill herself!? She broke my heart!"
If I could take my life right back to the start
I would never harm myself again
But at the time, I wasn't that smart
Was just another way to get through the pain
The deep sorrow I had obtained
Was for my own life that I had lost
And what I had done to those who remain
And the soul before me that took the cost
In the end, I've learnt, it comes down to this
Suicide is one of the things that should go amiss
