How sweet it would be,
If I could be free,
From all the pain,
Inside of me,
I hate the life I'm in,
There is no begining,
No end,
No matter how hard I try,
Numerous times I did cry,
I sit here and sigh,
With no more pride,
I take the blade one more time,
Jab it in to help me find,
My end,
Sweet suicide.