Suicidal Thoughts
By drhook
Knife to the throat? Gun to the head? Too many sleeping pills, Gonna die in bed? Suicidal tendencies, a suicidal thought reasons for your living, you never seemed to have bought. Trying to make them understand you’re tired of all the lies, and reaching out for a hand when no one reaches back . Don’t even have somewhere to run to, Gonna need somewhere to hide. Going out of your mind, only to lose all of your pride. Tired of this shit, tired of being used all of your life you’ve been abused. Kill them, kill them all, only to end up killing yourself. Suicidal thoughts, it’s all that comforts you You’re finally going to get away from it all, get the hell away from it all, get the hell away from life. Suicidal thoughts brings a smile to your face, finally going to live in peace, the only way is to die. Suicidal tendencies, suicidal thoughts, . . . . DIE! to live in peace!!! Written August 1st, 2000 © on Oct 20 2001 03:35 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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