suicide I'm so unhappy is there nobody insight. make sure I'm alone ,I have so much fright. nobody's there to help me do u even care, does anybody even love me, I'm beyond repair.
pills in my hand, standing on a chair, gun cocked and loaded. are you prepared, pen to paper ready to get this over, suicide do it now
wats inside, no one knows, these pills about to go down my throat wat was inside this vault is now gone forever, I am not ok with this sound.
it's already been done I'm off the chair, I jumped an hour ago, as you walk threw the door, are you prepared whith what your about to find. I get that u don't even care that I'm fine
suicide beyond repair I think I'm going crazy as you start standing there. as I start hanging there