My finale end, Eight tries, The last attempt,

Suicide, the word plays at my lips,
my tongue dancing, ready to speak,
the razor seems prepared,
My tears fall down, they seem to leak.

My lips play a smile,
I've wanted this for quite a while.

One deep cut,
Thats never enough,
Blood covers my bathroom tiles,
I promised try eight wouldn't be a bluff.

ah, the pills swallow like candy,
dead, thats all i want to be.

I tried to be myself,
you were so unaccepting and controlling,
My hair was stupid in your opinion,
Always so manipulating.

Pills, cuts, and a rope,
suicide always was my only hope.