Suicidal Tales

I smile to mask The pain I feel But even then The pain is real I cannot stop The rain in my eyes And ever so slowly My soul quietly dies I sit upon Death's open door And ponder the meaning Of life once more Death hands over A blade to me I cut, I bleed, Still I'm not free Pills are Death's next Plan of attack But someone, somewhere Pulls me back Death then carries me Up a hill I jump, but somehow I'm here still But I'm determined Not to fail And one day Death Will prevail And we'll be standing Face to face Forever locked In tight embrace.