I want to live,
I need to die.
I try to smile,
But always cry.
I watch the blood run from my hip,
I think it's time to take a trip.
I pop some pills - take a drink,
Wait for the memories to try to sink.
I tell you what I want to do,
You tell me think of something new,
But the new is worse than the thought before
I think it's time to shut my life's door.
I send out the letters and grab a knife,
Count to three and make a slice.
Almost there- one more to go,
The river of blood starts to flow.
I am released from hell,
You can surly tell...
As I watch the ones I love,
Bury my body from high above.
Gail. G
