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AS THE DAYS PASS SLOWLY

AND THE WEEKS CREEP BY

I FIND MYSELF OBSESSING

ABOUT WAYS THAT I COULD DIE.



I LAY AWAKE AT NIGHT

THINKING OF MY PAIN

THERES NO WAY IT CAN GET BETTER

I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GAIN.



SUDDENLY THE THOUGHTS OF DEATH

ARE CONTROLLING MY EVERY MOVE

AND EVER BATTLE WITH MY MIND

I ALWAYS SEEM TO LOSE.



I NO LONGER WANT TO BE AROUND

THE PEOPLE THAT I LOVE

ALL THAT I CAN THINK ABOUT

IS WHATS WAITING UP ABOVE.



I CUT MY ARMS WITH RAXOR BLADES

TO DULL THE PAIN INSIDE

BUT THAT CAN ONLY LAST SO LONG

I DONT WANT TO BE ALIVE.



I MANAGE TO KEEP MY COMPOSURE

WHEN PEOPLE ARE AROUND

THEY WONT UNDERSTAND ME

SO I DONT MAKE A SOUND.



I SMILE WHEN I HAVE TO

I BREAK DOWN WHEN I DONT

I KNOW I SHOULD BE STRONG

BUT I ALSO KNOW I WONT



SO I MAKE A PLAN TO TAKE SOME PILLS

IT SHOULD TAKE TO LONG

I WRITE OUT NOTES TO ALL MY FRIENDS

TO READ WHEN IM GONE.



I ASK MY MOM TO UNDERSTAND

THAT LIFE IS JUST TO HARD

MY MIND CANT FIGHT IT ANYMORE

MY HEART IS FAR TOO SCARRED.



I PLAN IT OUT SO PERFECTLY

I EVEN SET THE DATE

IM PRETTY SURE IM READY

I KNOW THIS IS MY FATE.



MY BED IS MADE UP NEATLY

AS I TAKE THEM ONE BY ONE

I START TO FEEL A LITTLE SCARED

I KNOW IM ALMOST DONE.



ALL THAT I CAN THINK ABOUT

IS MUCH IM LETTING DO

AND HOW MUCH I LOVE MY FAMILY

I REALLY HOPE THEY KNOW.



MY EYES ARE GETTING HEAVY

MY BODY FEELS SO WEAK

EVERYTHING INSIDE IS NUMB

THATS THE WAY IT HAS TO BE.



IM GLAF MY MOM NOT HERE RIGHT NOW

TO WATCH MY SLOWLY DIE

BUT STILL I WISH THAT I COULD SAY

I LOVE YOU AND GOODBYE.



I GIVE INTO DARKNESS

I SLOWLY SLIP AWAY

I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN

WHERE DARK NIGHT TURNS TO DAY.



I WAKE UP IN CONFUSION

I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM

IS THIS HEAVEN OF IS IT HELL

THAT LAND OF THE ETERNALY DAMMED.



THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND

ALTHOUGHT I CAN BARELY SEE

I CAN HEAR THE SOOTHING VOICES

OF PEOPLE DEAR TO ME.



MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE HERE

COMFORTING ONE ANOTHER

I CAN HAERDLY MAKE OUT ANY WORDS

UNTIL I HEAR MY MOTHER.



EACH TEAR SHE CRIES FEELS LIKE A KNIFE

STABBING AT MY SOUL

I LET MY PAIN AND SUFFERING

BLIND ME FROM MY GOAL.



AT ONE POINT I WAS DETERMINED

TO MAKE IT THROUGH THIS TEST

TO LEAD A LIFE OF FULFILLMENT

AND TO DO MY VERY BEST.



BUT I SOMEHOW LOST ALL SIGHT OF THAT

I HOPE SHE CAN FORGIVE

I PROMISE NOT TO WASTE

MY SECOND CHANCE TO LIVE.



I SIT UP IN MY HOSPITAL BED

TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY CHEECKS

MY MOTHER RUSHES OVER CRYING

LIKE SHE HASNT SEEN ME IN WEEKS.



I TELL HER THAT I WILL SUCCEED

IN LEADING A BETTER LIFE.



TOGETHER WE FIGURED OUT A WAY

FOR ME TO GET SOME HELP

I KNOW NOW THAT I CAN GO TO HER

INSTEAD OF DOING IT MYSELF.



I KNOW THAT IST NOT OVER YET

ITS A LONG READ UP AHEAD

BUT I APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS

BECAUSE I COULD BE DEAD.



IVE LEARNED TO LIVE EACH PASSING DAY

AS IF IT WERE MY LAST

I LOOK FORWARD TO THE FUTURE

AND IM LEARNING FROM MY PAST.