I’m crying as I write this, tears of pain inside.
I can’t hold it in anymore where these thoughts reside.
I wish things weren’t so complicated, that I wasn’t so young
Things would be so easier, yet death has almost won.
I can’t stand this anymore, the distance is too much.
I’m dying inside, I imagine your soft touch
Although you have helped a lot it isn’t enough
I feel this attempt will indeed be very tough
Deep inside I hope my plan will not succeed
The thought of death is growing like a common weed
The past few days have been very painful
And I know that suicide is sinful
I’ve been going insane
It’s been the main thing in my brain
I feel a new pain ripping through me now.
Ill probably live through this I just don’t know how
