I lay my head down to sleepon a pillow where I weep

I look around with blurry vision

trying to make a hard decision

should I or should I not?

or live this life, my soul to rot?

a shiny object in my hand:

a tool to save me from this land

should I bear this hateful place

or fake a smile upon my face?

staring at the blade around my wrist

and at a hand, never kissed

and as I watch the blood run down

on my face, there is no frown

in a few now,

I'll be free

and rid of this unjust society