It’s a slippery slope.
How you can go from loving life,
To thinking about that rope.
And how you’ll tie a noose around your throat,
Kick the chair back,
And off to heaven, you float.
Drifting away to a better place,
No longer worrying about being a waste of space.
No longer listening to the voices in your head,
Convincing you that you’re as good as dead.
No longer getting frustrated and annoyed,
As you’re the kid that everyone tries to avoid.
No longer staying up late until three,
With tears in your eyes.

Because you’re finally free.


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