“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”
