… So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
… How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year
Runnin’ over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here
Wish I wasnt here, to be clear
Suicide is an addiction. Once you’ve attempted it but just didnt make it… It is always in the back of your mind. Every day it is another option you can put on a to do list. As if you quit smoking and crave it every day but you just don’t fire one up even if you desire it so much. But if you just dont want to be here anymore…its that option. Next time perhaps?
Living in this fishbowl year after year has really become a drag. Why cant I find anything good in it. I just want get away, I want fly away. You all can have it. I do not see any good.
When tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand. That an angle
came and called my name, and took
me by the hand; The angle said my
place was ready, In heaven far above,
and that I had to leave behind all
those I dearly love. But when I walked
through heaven’s gates, I felt so much
at home, for God looked down, smiled
at me, and told me “Welcome Home.”
So, when tomorrow starts without me.
don’t think were far apart, for every
time you think of me, I’m right
there in your heart.