This is my suicide,
This is my end.
Can you see me still sitting here
Crying my last words,
Still crying for one last shout for attention?

No more,
I’m a coward,
I can’t go through this anymore,
My strength has run dry,
I’m an empty mass,
Reflecting back on times,
Times that weren’t like these.
Times, were,
Were I was me,
And the world was complete.
But that’s not here,
And it seems so far away from here.
Here being a scratch pad,
A glass of wine and a bra.
I’m done with being broken,
My strength wont magically appear;
This is my end,
This is my suicide.
Watch the transformation take flight.
Let me drown in redundancy,
Or let the memories be rapped to death.
Would’ve burnt the edges of the page,
When I was me.
Too bad this is my end,
This is my suicide.
I pray I awake reborn,
Or at least,
My cry for attention be scorned
My end,
Since I can’t take much more.
To ones that had lied,
This is my suicide.