Pills. And Razors. And Lighters. And ropes.

Pill, Razor, Lighter, Rope
Pill and Razor
Lighter and rope
I'm giving up there is no hope

Ready to die
And I swallow my pills
Using the razor
And my blood spills

Lighters for cigarettes
And taking my pain away
Dancing with death, "let's"
Getting worse every day

Pretty little rope
Shaped just like a noose
Snapping my neck
Like years of abuse

Breaking my heart
Into a million pieces
Hoping that my life
Just seizes

Fuck it
Maybe I am a whore
Suicidal too
God I always want more

Cant I just be a slut
Nope I have to want to die too
Cant people just keep there mouth shut?
Maybe then there words wouldn't come out as the tears that i cry?

Do I really care?
I just wonder why
Why can't I just be there?
Why do I have to be an amusement to every guy?

Pill, Razor, Lighter, Rope
One pill wont kill
One cut wont do
Lighter just burns
but when happens to the rope when I slip my neck through?