It was never supposed to be like this,
Living in a world without happiness and bliss.
Stumbling through life, trying to find a reason to exist.
A purpose. To live. Instead I slit my wrist.
What got me to this point? I say I do not know.
I tried to run away from the problems in my life
But they only cut me deeper like a freshly sharpened knife.
How do I get away from the problems in my brain?
The voices are getting louder and louder, like a freight train
That's lost control, unstoppable. My fate has been decided, it's inevitable.
I tried to fight it, to right it, all the mistakes that I had made.
But nothing could be righted, the pain would not fade.
I was moving through my life like a puppet on a string,
Moving numbly through the halls, feeling beyond life's sting.
I had to get away, and I could only see one way.
I can't think straight, my mind is on the edge.
"This is it," I said, my feet hanging off the ledge.
But an angel sat next to me and said they would stay until the end.
My decision seemed so easy until I met this friend.
The world is whirling round, it's getting hard to breathe.
Life. Death. I cannot choose.