As I looked at four blank walls,
I heard my mother cry,
I had no life at all,
And so I was cursing at the sky.
I had a knife at hand,
But didn't know what to do,
I was not yet a man,
But I knew no one could fit my shoes.
I thought about hanging myself,
Or slicing my throat,
Shooting my brains out was something else,
But I knew there was hope.
Ideas ran wild in my mind,
I played them once again,
I was running out of time,
Deep inside I knew I ran out of friends.
Starring at the mirror,
I saw death's reflection,
I knew my pain was real,
So strap me down,
And give me life's lethal injection.
Many times I wished I died,
There's no denying the facts,
Even though I can no longer cry,
Suicidal thoughts used to pile and stack.
I hated these suicidal thoughts,
But I thank God,
Because It all came to a stop.
Now pay attention,
Because what I write is really true,
So my advice to you,
Is to think carefully,
About what you're about to do.