Suicide
It's all I think about
Suicide
Can't get it out
Suicide
So hard to resist
Suicide
Resist the urge to slit my wrist
Suicide
Wishing i had a gun
Suicide
All I have is a small razor
Suicide
so i drag the blade across my legs and arms
Suicide
Wishing to do myself much more harm
Suicide
And I wake soaked in blood
Suicide
Cuts all over my body
Suicide
and I'm still somehow alive
Suicide
Deep and long so much blood lost
Suicide
How am I still here?
Suicide
I really need a gun
Suicide
One day... one day
Suicide
(Didn't write this but this is how I feel as of lately)
