The lights are slowly dying,
the walls are closing in.
He knew that God would punish him,
for all the times he's sinned.
He waits for some salvation,
but nothing comes along.
He can't take much more of this.
he can't hurt this long.
So he finds some comfort
in a sharp razor blade.
He can hide it from the world,
by staying in the shade.
The cuts they dull the pain inside,
but sadly not enough.
He needed a way out of this life,
a life that's just too tough.
So he plans his suicide,
he even set the date.
He knew ''I must go through with it,
before it is too late.''
His hands are shaking rapidly,
as he removes the cap.
He counts all those deadly pills,
and takes them in a snap.
His world starts to spin around.
he's gasping for breath.
His world goes black as midnight.
What a glorious death.
He wakes up in a bright white room,
he know where he must be.
But when he looked around the place,
he saw his family.
''I damn the world for making me live,
there really is no need.
I will just try it again,
only to see myself bleed.''