Suicide is something you can’t hide from it’s something that follow you around until you can’t hold on .

Don’t you see every part of you that’s already gone , the pain and sorrow always lives on reaching tommrow .

It doesn’t matter how many times you cried or tried to speak up because your voice doesn’t matter because it always your choice to ask for help .

They stare and question your truth how can you hate your life so much your willing to choose a date to create a devastating fate .

I lied I never wanted to die or atleast I didn’t at the start before even the happy times felt dark , no one ever prepares you for the day you lose your spark .