Suicide
It's all I think about
And I can't get it out of my head
It's so hard to resist
Yet my life doesn't have a single twist
All I can do is bring myself harm
So I drag a blade across my arms
I cut all day long and then go to bed
And I wake up wondering why can't I be dead
Its too much for me
I really just want an internal sleep
My pillow is a tissue for my tears
As I dream of everyone's worst fear
Then I realize I'm already gone
So I get up and get the gun
I put it up to my head
And think about what its like to be dead
I write my notes and say goodbye
And that day I finally die
