Pick up the blade and dig it into me.
Gasp and then I begin to bleed.
Sweet release, dripping down my arm.
Pick up the bottle, shake it in my hand,
Swallow pills, as many as I can.
Sweet release, Death washes over me.
Death is breathing on my skin,
He's come for me, I wait for him.
Death is near, I feel no fear, just relief.
Today they put me in the ground.
My mother sobs, my father cries.
They say a prayer to keep me safe and sound, it's full of lies.
For death is forever and I want nothing more than to be alive again.
The only thing it did for me was to go to hell eternally.
Death lied to me-it was not relief.