I hear a knock upon the door
and open it to see your form.
Before I can shut you out
you grab me and through me to the ground.
Thoughts are rushing through my head
on why you people treat me so bad.
The man named suicide tells me that
if I take his hand I will be alright.
He can take me to a place so safe
where I won't have to be affraid.
There are people there who are like me
they see the world just how I see.
The colors of black and gray
remind us that it just gets worse if we stay.
The man of suicide tells me of a mysterious place.
In The Suicide Club he says I will be safe.
I strike the man down and tell him he is wrong
he snaps back and says if I turn back I'll always be alone.
I tell him that now I know I am loved,
I know i am needed, and that I'm good enough.
I know I'm not the only one to cry,
I know that I just need to try.
I say to suicide. "You are no man you are a curse you have tried to lead us to something worse. You tried to lead us into death you tried to make us stop our own breath. You told us that if we left everyone would just forget. They would just go on with their lives and we would finally get to see their smiles. You told us that we weren't even loved, and that is the worst part of it all. You told us lies and destroyed our lives. You're even worse than the people that would make us cry ourselves to slep at night. We cringe every time we hear your name because you have taken all of the ones that have seen your face. I now I shall say good bye and hope to never look you in the eye."
I know that there is someone somewhere in the world that's got it even worse. And i will do my best to break this wretched curse
