Suicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
It’s the cowards way out,
But I’m so tired of being strong.
It’s hard living everyday,
Wanting only to break down.
It’s a sin says mom,
It’s an illness says dad.
And my little baby brother,
Can’t help but give a frown.
I want to be perfect,
Someone people like.
But I’m such a tangled mess,
That can’t do anything right.
Pills will fix the problem,
Says my best friend one day.
But I wonder if she knows
What I think of every night.
I don’t have marks on my arms,
And I haven’t tried a million times.
But I look at every knife and ledge,
And lake wanting to drown.
But I’m so tired of being strong.
It’s hard living everyday,
Wanting only to break down.
It’s a sin says mom,
It’s an illness says dad.
And my little baby brother,
Can’t help but give a frown.
I want to be perfect,
Someone people like.
But I’m such a tangled mess,
That can’t do anything right.
Pills will fix the problem,
Says my best friend one day.
But I wonder if she knows
What I think of every night.
I don’t have marks on my arms,
And I haven’t tried a million times.
But I look at every knife and ledge,
And lake wanting to drown.
POET: UNKNOWN
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