dear Santa Claus,
for Christmas I don't want any dolls.
I want a new razor blade,
my old one doesn't cause enough pain.
dear Easter Bunny,
this may seem a bit funny.
but I don't want any chocolate in my basket,
I want a new knife so I can learn to feel it.
dear mom,
I see I'm gone.
dads never around,
and my body's on the ground.
I finally ended it all,
but you're stuck making the call.
911 can't help me now,
your hands shake but you still dial, how.
tears run down as you try to talk,
it's all over mom, please don't try to walk.
I know in the moment it didn't seem sane,
I've finally left the world of too much pain.
I feel better, the pain's all gone,
just please don't play that sad song.
rows of people crying out their eyes,
why didn't you show you cared when I was alive.
now it's too late,
they've closed the gate.
why'd you wait till now, I ask you why,
that's the classic story of every suicide.
~@ng3!
