What Is It Like To Date Suicide?

I cannot care anymore about my mother's screams.

The day she'll see my corpse on the bed
Or my body from the ceiling hanging from a string
I cut myself too deep, the blood dripping red

I am a head smashed into a wall.

I am a stab or gun shot to the heart
I tried to ignore it all
But I guess it was really too much from the start

Please let him know it was not his fault.

I love him so, but I have to go
I'm losing the battle, I'm sorry for the sudden halt
I am in constant pain and filled with sorrow

I'll miss all the chances I could have taken with you.

But somehow I'm just another face, another waste
Tell everyone I'll miss them, too
As memories flood me from the good old days

I'm writing the last of this as well as the last of me,

I'm sorry you had to take this date with me.