All my anger,
Turns to sadness,
i know I will never,
Escape this madness,
their words echo,
Within my head,
It just makes me wish,
That I were dead,
A scary thought,
One may say,
But the "happy" I was taught,
Has faded away,
Life is to living,
As this knife is to killing,
I hold the power,
Within my hands,
Each and every hour,
Follows my plans,
I can make my own choice,
Or do what they say,
I can still have a voice,
Or I can give it away,
My life's but a theory,
It exists only a moment,
The thoughts make my eyes teary,
It hits like cement,
There is time,
To decide,
There is time,
To reason out suicide,
Because time,
Is the greatest thing,
One can provide
