Death, leaving the world
It will come one day
But why people see death
As a great solution
To get rid of the problems?
We should all realise
There's "no escape from reality"
Our duties should be done
And if we end our lives
We will be born again
As very different individuals
To complete our businesses
To do what has to be done
And it will be harder
I heard all these words
When I was growing up
Stop this all at once!
I can't take it anymore
Problems follow me everywhere
No matter where I go
I hurt people around me
And I'm very sick of it
Here am I now
Surrounded by different weapons
To end my life
To end my misery
What should I choose?
The revolver or the blade?
Poison or the noose?
I closed my eyes
And made my decision
I took up the blade
And placed fresh cuts
All over my skin
The pain was terrible
But I carried on
This is what I deserved
For hurting those around me
Blood was oozing out
And I smiled at that sight
I was sure to do this
I took the revolver
And placed it at my temple
Goodbye, I'm leaving
I pulled the trigger
And dropped dead
What happened to me
Doesn't really matter
I'll never be considered a nuisance
And those hurt by me
Will now find peace