March 13

It’s not about the social stigma
It’s not about the shame
It’s not about the weakness inside
It’s the chemicals in my brain

The drugs don’t work anymore
The drugs can’t kill the pain
The drugs are messing me up
The drugs can’t keep me sane

Suicide, you’re so against it
Suicide, you know I crave it
Suicide, think you failed me
Suicide, don’t try to save me

Blame the abuse you think I suffered
Blame the diets, the fads and the drugs
Blame society for paving the way
Blame parents for the missing hugs

You think you know all about it
You think you understand
You think I need attention
You think you can hold my hand

Suicide, you’re so against it
Suicide, you know I crave it
Suicide, think you failed me
Suicide, don’t try to save me

…suicide rains down
like cellophane
wraps all around
colors my grayscale life
in blood stain…

Suicide, you’re so against it
Suicide, you know I crave it
Suicide, think you failed me
Suicide, don’t try to save me