(Who Needs A Title)

Suicide…
look what you done to me.
Suicide…
see what i have become.
Cutting and burning
you are my friends.
Razor i love
when you bring me pain.
I can’t see the bright side
So i mind as well have died.
I can’t denied
what i crave the most.
A rope around my neck
Or water in my lungs.
Gas that makes me gag
Pills i couldn’t control
Suicide
you become what i hate.