It's easy to escape from it all;
The problems that are so hard to fix
And the pain that'll never end.
All it takes is just one easy suicide.
So why is it hard for me to let it go?
Shouldn't this be easy to run from?
I would always ask myself,
"Why stay here when I could run?"
I want to take the untouched blade
And slice open my wrists
To let the blood flow out of my body
Into the air as my soul escapes from this world.
My soul resists to run away from this fight,
But no one is stopping me.
Who cares how others would think and feel
After I leave them behind as I move forward?
I can torture myself to death,
But my heart won't allow my body to do so.
Why was this hard to do?
I want to leave this fucking world!
No one would miss me anyways.
I've lost everything precious to me.
They all abandoned me in the first place.
There's nothing else to live for anymore.
Yet, my heart still attaches itself to this rotten world.
Shouldn't this be easy?