Suicide

My tears heal all,
As l start to fall,
This is my choice to die,
For once in my life, l will fly.

The knife,
Will take my life,
The feel of blood flowing down my arm,
ls what l love, now l will come to no more harm.

l have no more hope,
Just my rope,
No more do l want this feeling,
As l hang from the ceiling.

l'll blow my brains out,
l have no doubt,
That as l shoot the gun,
l no longer want to run.