Suicidal Tendencies'
That voice in your ear
It's mostly fear
Starts as a whisper
Faintly and gently
Eases you towards that rope and chair
It will take away the pain you feel so deeply
Maybe I should
They all keep leaving me
A knife in the back
A bullet in the brain
Theyre one in the same
Can I rid myself of all this pain
Before it drives me clinically insane
I don't know how much more I can bear
At my 38 I stare
Life is truly unfair.
Copyright © Paul Gardiner | Year Posted 2022
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