“Drugs wont fix em, curled up on the floor, can't take it anymore now he's talking to God, 'cause he's the only one that gets em, on his knees, looking up, can't stop crying, God I know we haven't talked in a long time, but it's time I really need you, please God help me say something just give me a sign 'cause now I'm falling apart and now I think that I can do it, Please God give me the strength to pull through it, tell me should I give up, I can end it all right now I just don't know if Im brave enough to do it, cause it's gotta be a better way than suicide trying to wait it out, give it time, youll be fine it's been so long, and I still haven't been able to get rid of all the thoughts that I feel inside, so sick, so angry, so mad. and to top it off, no one even knows that thats when he stood up, wiped his tears, walked over to his desk and got a pen and a notepad he just couldn't see getting any better so on a cold dark night in December, he knew exactly what he had to do.”
