Suicide Mission

People say life is what you make of it
I say life is overrated
Why stay and deal with the hurt
When I can just leave the earth
I rather God judge me
Than to be judged here by everybody
Times have gotten rough
And I'm tired of pretending to be tough
I'm ready to clear my brain
So I'm jumping on the suicide train
Popping pills to overdose
But I want something worse
Something to show that I was in pain
So maybe I should cut my veins
Or drink until it hurts
Let the alcohol poisoning take me from this earth
Maybe a shot through the heart
Since so many have ripped it apart
Sometimes I think of falling from a window
Man, what a way to go
But no matter what I choose
I feel that I can't lose
Because I'm on a mission to die
And it's too late for you to ask why
Because I was trying to love you
And all you cared about was you too
You probably still haven't recognized that you hurt me
But it's alright because I'm about to be free
So if you don't hear from me again
Just know that I've reached the end

Suicide Mission by Yanee Brinks is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.