Depression is a Child's Game

She has two lives
and refuses to share.
I will always thrive
To make her see she doesn't care.
My life controlled by somebody else
This pain is too much it must be ended.

Slit my throat
And break my wrists
Suffocation is making me delirious
Bullet to the bridge
And jump off my head
I can see clearly now
Now that I am dead.

The end is the last thing that I control
My death will in turn cause hers
My life, will be shed from her hands
The absolute agony! I shall welcome
It proves that her master is not there

Choke myself
Slit my wrists
The blood is pouring onto my suicide note
Empty the bottle
Forget how to swim
My light grows weaker
My light grows dim.

MY SUICIDE
Has no purpose
IF I SURVIVE
It'll be a child's game
The moronic feeling
And humiliation of failure
My suicide is my last hope
I can't wait to show them
There's nothing beyond the dark.