• It'll Continue To Come and Go, No Matter What You Say.
    It Won't Be The Death Of Them Just Yet.
    Your Path Continues To Head To A Place In Which Is Not Needed.
    Not Now, Not Ever.

    It's Nothing, They Say You Can Live Without It.
    You're In Denial.
    Where Here, Don't Be So Stupid.
    It Will Be The Death Of You If You Don't.

    Always Saying Be Yourself Don't Be Something Your Not.
    How Can They? When All You Want To Do Is Die,
    Nothing Is Right, Not Now, Not Ever Will It Be.
    It Hasn't Killed Them Yet.

    It Creeps Deeper Into Their Very Veins.
    Do They Not See The Corruption It Does?
    The Very Pain They Feel Won't End This Way,
    It's Not Worth Being The Death Of Yourself.

    They Cry Tears Of A Corrupted River,
    Death Towards The Living.
    Death Towards The Beauty Around Them,
    Killing Everything It Touches.

    Perishing Slowly Into A Realm In Which The Devil Speaks Of.
    Heaven and Hell Fighting Inside Their Very Soul.
    Which Can They Chose? It Continues To Creep.
    Being Driven Into The State Of Insanity.

    Hating Everything That Is Meant To Be 'Loved'.
    Friends Being Pushed Away Like Toys.
    Judging Everything That Wasn't Meant To Be Judged.
    Death Still Controlling Them.

    They Feel Weaker As They Day Goes By.
    How Can They Take Something That Kills Them,
    More and More Everyday Of Their Very Life.
    Young and Hated.

    Telling Their Very Friends That Life Has No Purpose.
    Taking Their Own Life Is What They Have Ever Wanted.
    Panicking At These Very Words.
    Death Is Consuming The Mind Of One So Young.

    Being At Home All Alone.
    Searching.
    Waiting.
    Even Lying.
    Looking For The Truth Of Life.

    Nothing Is Worth Being Called The Truth, Nor Is This Life.
    It Continues To Take Their Life.
    Marks Of Blood In Places It Shouldn't Be.
    How Can Taking Your Very Life Be Worth Not Having One?

    Shrieking In Pain.
    Throbbing From Slits So Dead.
    Raising Your Fist Thinking This Won't Be The End.
    Will It Be To Late To Be Told You're Loved?

    Everyone Told You This Was A Mistake.
    Taking Your Very Own Life.
    You Can Live Without Your Addiction.
    It's Driving You Into A State Not Wanted.

    A Small Pill.
    Being Crushed.
    Being Mixed.
    Drank Quickly Into A Liquid.

    Relieved From Finishing It All.
    One To Many Taken.
    Fine The Moment You Take It.
    Shivering In Pain The Next.

    They Told You.
    They Warned You.
    They Never Wanted This From You.
    They Knew This Would Be The Death Of You.

    To Stubborn To Go For The Help,
    The Devil One.
    You Took Your Very Life For Something So Evil.
    A Pill Being The Death Of You.

    Every Life Has A Purpose.
    You Were Just To Young To See It.
    Oh How Loved You Were.
    Tears Being Shed Over Your Grave As They Say Their Goodbyes.

    Death In Your Home.
    Tears Of Friends and Family.
    No One Seen This From Someone Who Seemed So Happy.
    You'll Never Be Forgotten.

    Your Death Was Never Meant To Be.
    Everyone Has A Purpose,
    Even One So Ignorant To See It.