Ever since I was eight years old
Anything that ever went wrong
My brain resorted to suicide
"Oh mom can't know what I did, I should kill myself before she knows"
"You can't yell at me if I'm dead"
To me suicide was an escape
A thing to fantasize about
It was never when I was depressed or sad
I could be happy but yet
Suicide is always an option
Even now ten years later, when things get tough
Moneys tight, bills are due
I can always just kill myself
Then everything will go away
Can't struggle if I'm dead
