Suicide is the glass ceiling that I will one day shatter
Forbidden, but best for everyone
You see, I\'m suicidal, not stupid.
I know that every bit of desolate agony
That consumes me to an empty shell that once was,
Will pierce through the delicate hearts of those I love
And make them question why,
And perhaps even what is the point of life
If all there is, is unrelenting.
But you see, to answer the latter,
I just don\'t know the answer.
And I guess that\'s my point.