Some slash their wrists,
Ingest a bottle of pills
Jump off a high rise building
Hang themselves or
Blow their brains out
And in that moment
When their bleeding to death,
Closing their eyes for the last time,
Hanging loose in the air,
About to let their wight drop,
And let that bullet pierce through their skull are the moments,
They feel most alive.
Maybe suicide is meant for that
So very "special moment"
To feel alive, just once before you cease to exist
