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Little pills they call to me,

Little pills that I see.

Day in and day out,

Its all that’s left to mind, that’s no doubt.



Little knife that calls to me,

Cut my skin deep, and let me see.

The blood that drips from my wrists tonight,

Its making everything alright.



Little rope that hangs from above,

Oh wont you be my brand new love?

To feel your breath cut off short,

Until you cant breath, suffocating from the very start.



The pain you feel,

All played in three steps of suicide.

All things new that help you deal.

What one will I pick today, I just cant decide.



Lost my life in misery,

No way out, no place to go,

No where to run and hide,

Thought everything would be better if I just died.



Nothing would have been better,

Not the ones I left behind.

The ones that actually cared,

Enough to cry.



The ones I have to be thankful for,

The ones that helped keep me alive,

To the ones that saved my life.

You are the true heroes, that made somebody whole, that was once tore.