You pull the trigger,
Metal cool against your head.
You think of all the people
That will miss you when you’re dead.
The blade so sharp,
Against your wrist.
Ever think
Of how you’ll be missed?
Pressure on your neck,
The rope hangs from above.
You feel alone,
Lived without love.
Jump from a building,
Ten stories high.
How do you do it?
Did you ever tell them why?
Pills in your hand,
Fist clenched so tight.
You gave up,
Forgot how to fight.
A quick fix,
Your ticket out.
Nobody heard you,
Or your silent shout.
I’ll give you the gun,
And I’ll give you the knife.
If your so eager,
To end your life.
The rope’s on the table,
The pills are too.
Go and hate me,
I’ll never hate you.
I won’t try and stop you,
You’ve said all this before.
I will not help you,
Not anymore.
Are you scared
Of what we think?
Soon your life will be over,
All in a blink.
