Mar 15, 2003 13:01
I sit in my room, claustrophobic.
As I watch the world breed.
Surcome into the violence of self-pitty
These voices won't leave me alone
I've got a revolver in my hand
With 6 chambers; all are full.
Every bullet contradicts the contemplation of suicide.
I wanna die.
So, I sit and clench my bible,
Till my palms sweat and blister
First I sit and light a candle.
See the light on the wall reflect,
All this childhood neglect.
I cock the hammer,
Let the steal touch my tongue for the first time;
I see the faces of my loved ones.
I want to die a mystery.
Now they'll feel the same thing I felt.
Goodbye sad days
I'd rather sleep my life away.
Goodbye heartache
I found my way... suicide
I'm on my knees, saying a prayer
I can't handle the pressure
Watching out the window for my mother
She beat me,
Now, I sit here at 16,
A gun in my hand,
Death is the only way out.
I cry for my soul.
The depression has taken a toll.
A toll on my very existence
When I think of humiliation,
-I can't breathe-
It's time to leave
I'm gonna show you what you did
That you beat me as a kid
You raised me.....
Now look what you did! (two shots)
It's fellin cold in here
It's so cold.
I'm feelin so alone.
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I worte that when I was really depressed earlier this year.