Theres a gun under my pillow,
Pills in my pocket,
A blade in my hand,
My decision is made,
My death is all planned out.
An empty bottle on the floor,
Once held alcohol.
Before I go,
I'll mess up my life once more.
A pack of cigarettes,
A lighter to burn with.
I do all within my grasp,
To make it worse.
One last time,
I slice my wrist,
A new scar formed,
As I fall to the floor.