if you handed me a button
and told me that i'd die
the decision would be easy
i wouldn't even have to try
i've long grown tired
a weary brain
in this still young frame
that began to seek pain
please let me run away
i'll be some old scar
one that we'll regret
but i didn't think i'd get this far
they say this day is happy
but i'm not so sure
another year as a coward
too afraid to follow death's lure
every turn is wrong
no point in moving anyway
fate accepted
for in my grave i lay
fifteen years of age
my breath a deep sigh
still no one knows
for my birthday, all i really wanted was to die
