Boys and girls wanna hear a sad story,
About living and dying now don't you feel sorry,
Everyday you wake up willing to die,
And some of you are willing to give it a try,
Don't you know that you're just giving it up,
In a time of your life when you should be living it up,
And you're in here sitting with your wrist to a knife,
But I, can't tell you how to live your life,

So what if you think you are dying inside,
That the world don't care if you've even died,
And you're lonely, and the only way you feel alive,
Is slitting your wrist with a razor sharp knife,
And your parents gone, they don't understand you,
They don't reprimand you, they don't know what they can do,
But for you, you can really decide,
If this is the first day of the rest of your life.

Now don't you wake up feeling a little bit down,
And the first thing on your mind is wanting to drown,
You wanna face the world with a grin on your face,
But you can't, coz you don't belong in this place,
You don't fit in, again and you don't know how,
But then, who does fit in this world we live in now,
So you want to feel your lungs get purged of air,
Because just really, nobody on Earth would even care,

So what if you think you're all alone,
Looking at a stranger that you've never known,
Whenever you look in the mirror,
do you see yourself or just another stranger?
And your friends are gone, they don't understand you,
They don't give a hand to, don't know what they can do,
But for you, you can really decide,
If this is the first day of the rest of your life.

When you go to bed are you feeling undone?
And all you that you want is to pick up a gun,
You play with the trigger and you imagine the sound,
As the first bullet enters and you fall to the ground,
Your mouth is perpectually in a frown,
And your eyes are perpectually looking down,
And you think that your solution is in a lump of lead,
Which shoots from a pistol straight into your head,

So what if you think that you're not worth the air,
That you wanna stop breathing by kicking that chair,
And that rope round your neck snaps your tracea,
And your face turns blue due to asphyxia,
And you're all alone, no one understands you,
no one could befriend you, they didn't have a chance to,
But for you, you can really decide,
If this is the first day of the rest of your life.

-[by elfboy]-

*Note: I think suicide is wrong, though there was a time in my life where I thought it was right. My right. But life got better, partly cause I made it better. Yes we don't have answers, and we might not have goals, but does killing ourselves repair our souls? If suicide is the answer, what was the question?