You have to want to live

Come and taste the suicide that hides inside my head.
I have always wished that I was dead.
As I sit here, alone in my room,
I foresee my pending doom.

I watch the blood flow from my wrist,
It flows in crimson drops.
Take a hundred different pills,
And wish the world would stop.

Now the world begins to spin
And I fall onto the floor.
The pain without comes from within,
Soon my life shall be no more.

Heart will stop.
Bleed drop by drop.
Breath will cease.
From my disease.

You are the suicide that hides inside my head.
I have always wished that you were dead.
As I lie there, dead on the floor,
My death shall haunt you, forevermore.