Literature
Suicide
Cut from the wrist, let the blood rain,
Take the pill, give your brain a strain.
You lay there dieing... Bloody and done.
You curse God, he had his twisted fun.
Suicide is the answer, suicide makes it all right.
Suicide is my Jesus, my savior this bloody night.
Suicide won't decieve me, suicide is my friend,
and you know what your mommy tells you, friends last to the very end.
I lay in dark, lay in hate, I lay here in bloody wait.
I lay here with my blood blanket, I lay here like a fool.
I lay here thinking of my lover wishing our love was really true.
I bleed for myself I bleed for 2, thick and red I bleed for you.
I bleed for al