All I do is break down and cry, I wish so much I could simply die
I put a smile on my face, all my troubles have no trace
I prepare myself before I open the door, but all I want, is to lie on the floor
Each cut I make, seems to ease the pain, and life is bearable with a little less strain
I take some pills and have a little wait, then in the bath I conduct my trait
The clear water is warm but soon runs red, as the vein I cut, I will soon be dead
I’m feeling sleepy, I close my eyes, its only a matter of time before I die
I open my eyes it all seems white, I turn my head, I’ve lost another fight
In a hospital bed I slowly wake, why can’t the reaper have my life to take?
I get the stigmata when I come round, it just makes me worse, to be put in the ground
Again and again I have continued to try, why can’t people just leave me to die?
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