They will put you on pills
The ones dangerous enough to kill
Unless you take them in moderation
Oh, but you like isolation...
They will call you psychotic...
Just because you are dramatic...
Does mean you are addicted to madness...
Oh no, It is just an obsession...
They will lock you away, tie you to the chains
The ones that cause lots of pain
One movement could tear the skin
Another scar to what is within
Everyone will think you are a maniac
They will fear their life and watch their back
Think for a second they are under attack
It is just another foolish act
Another bullet wound to the side
All because you wanted to die
Nights on end spend in that hospital room
Preparing for your impending doom
You try it over and over again
Only to find you are out of time
You pulled the trigger wrong all these times before...
But now you breathe no more...
wow..that's deep