I've lived in the sorrow but I'll die in pain,
The voice in my head says that I'm insane.
This anger I feel doesn't fade away,
It just grows gray and grows each day.
You've left me an empty husk with no feelings inside,
You've led me on my search for my painless suicide.
I'll slip beneath the surface where nobody will see,
peacefully I'll be the death of me.
I'm sick of crying, I'm sick of trying,
I'm sick of lying, about dying.
I'm so confused don't I have a soul?
Why have these feelings rendered me unwhole?
You know I'm suffering so why dont you help?
You expect me to do everything my self.
So I will.
So whose to blame for those gone insane?
Whose to blame for those who drown in the rain?
Whose to know the pain that we feel,
if they themselves don't believe the pain is real?
If all I wanted was attention why would I cry silently?
Should I have to fear you'd hear my pleas for tranquility?
I'm sick of crying, I'm sick of trying,
I'm sick of lying, about dying.
I'm so confused, don't I have a soul?
After death where do all the suicides go?