Suicide

Suicide...

If only I had the wits

They would have taken me

That one step further

To my fall

Death...

'Twould be a gift

That I'd accept right now

Because no one else is there to help

No one there to bring me back

Torture...

Is just another kind of death

Slow and painful, slow and painful

It's what they're doing to me

Why don't they just kill me?

Kill...

I kill myself, I want to

Death is where I go to

Shut down my mind, shut down my body

Shut down my soul and I'll be happy.

No regrets...