Beautiful Suicide
pain suddenly corrupts the body
sorrow is left inside
no more to give
left with nothing
temptation starts
wanting to kill
that one special guy
you thought was your everything
what’s stopping you?
Who’s going to know?
Just do it
voices are telling you to kill
others are saying no
what’s left for him?
What’s left for you?
Heart broken,
torn apart
gun to his head,
bang! he’s dead
razorblade to wrists
blood everywhere
you just cant take it anymore
knife to your throat
slowly moving your wrist
what a perfect murder
what a beautiful suicide