As I stand upon this chair
I realize I do not even care
This world is more than I can stand
So I hold this rope in my hand
Hide myself away from the Sun
In my hand I hold a loaded gun
Think about putting it to my head
Pulling the trigger until I am dead
Going to slice and slice until I bleed
No longer this pain inside do I need
Am going to use the point of this knife
This world is going to kill my life
Sitting alone in the dark contemplating
I am getting tired of all this waiting
Should I really do what I want to do
I just hope that in the end I am through
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The Depressed 1 (
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Comments1
Hold on there, though there's terrible things in the world, there is also much good.
I agree
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