I would rather die than live.
Sitting motionless and blank,
Thinking there is nothing left to give.
I think about all the nights
I sat around and cried.
You think I'm just wasting time
Contemplating suicide.
Our life they say, a gift of god,
It should be ever cherished.
But is the goal in life to die?
In the end we all will perish.
Nay, say all the men of god
You live this life and then another.
You'll meet again with your savior,
Jesus Christ our eternal brother.
I don't know what it is you seek,
Or what you think it is you might find.
But believing all they say of god,
Your eyes are open yet your blind.
I know there is something to this life
A little more than just skin deep.
But until I find that reason to live,
My suicide plans I will keep.
