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End it all, good bye to the ones dear to me, let it spill out like a flood,

Holding a picture of my love to my heart and drown in my own blood.



Because of the blood all you see on my arm is red,

as i express inside and out i feel like i'm dead.



Sitting there watching as the blood on my arm spills,

Trying to slip away as i down all the bottle of pills.



I start to take them one by one,

I will continue this until the deed is done.



Death is not just my only thought beacuse of my depression,

It has become not only a thought but an insane obsession.



Holding on just isn't an option for me anymore,

It's to hard holding on plus i have nothing to live for.



So i say goodbye to the ones that i love,

I pray that they forgive as i watch over them from above.



I start to feel dizzy the room starts to spin,

I realize the consequences i know it's a sin.



I start to feel guilty i want to go back,

But unfortunately now it is life that i lack.



Now all my body is a corpse that will rot,

Never to return and still even though dead happy i am not.



So be careful or you will end up like me,

Dead and under the ground unable to be free