When will this all go away?
The pain I feel from day to day?
I say I don't feel like dying,
But somedays I'm lying.
Sometimes I just want to shout,
That thinking of death is MY way out.
I wouldn't ever go all the way,
Atleast that's what I say.
I've prayed to die,
And that's no lie.
I've cut so deep,
That there was blood all over the sheet.
I want to die a long death,
Where it takes days for my last breath.
Right now I wish I was dead,
From a gunshot to the head.
But it won't come true,
Cause I couldn't do that to you.
