Suicide
(For my friend John- 1987-2003)
Theres a sea of red upon my floor
Someone's coming lock the door
The razor blade is covered in red
This is taking too long, I should already be dead
The cut is deep and the blood is thick
My friends say I need help, they say I'm sick
I tell them "This is my only way out"
They are convinced I need help, without a doubt
I tell them that "I don't want to go like this"
but they have to understand "I'm sick of this shit"
The pain I go through every single dayIs enough to make any person take their life away
Finally, the blood is running out, my time is almost here
I can't see anything now, and I can feel the blood start
to smear
I'm feeling really tired now and I'm starting to convulse
They got in, but its too late now I have no pulse...
~Nyght Tygr