...third floor suicide...


Alone I sit
Lonely is my soul
Where can I find peace?
What place must I go?

Staring out the window
Looking into the night sky
I wish that I could take this torment
And throw it all away

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

There’s only one way out
A single exit it seems
Temporary pain
In exchange for eternal release

The thought is in my head
The phone is by my bed
I wait for a ringing
To hear someone say they care

...which way out will i take...
...which instrument of death shall be implemented...
...the gun...
...the knife...
...the noose...
...the pills...
...they are all laid out in front of me...
...taunting me...
...laughing at me...
...telling me i'm not good enough...
...so i listen...
...i choose the knife...
...it's the only real way to go...
...the slowest death...
...the most painful death...
...ah, to feel the pain and torment...
...to see my hot red blood...
...dripping on the cold hard floor...
...this pain shall be my new god...
...and i shall be it's slave...

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

AGONY flows forth in a torrent;
Along with the color crimson
Apathetic towards emotion

GROWING NUMB to the pain;
I sit in silence as
A knocking at the door is heard
The creak of the knob turning now

THE ONLY THING I see is blood everywhere;
And the fear in your wide eyes
And then it’s over

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing

...trapped...
I cannot break free
Suffocate
All hopeful thoughts of existing



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