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Late Decision
My life is like a prison
I shout but no-one listens
Death sounds so relieving
The more I think the more I start believing
Suicide, the sweet escape
I fear my mind is gone and its to late
I can't change any of my dark habits
The thoughts of death and hate run around my head like rabbits
I can't take it anymore
Now I'm headed for the bathroom door
I need to find a razor for that deathly bliss
Cut deep wounds through the veins in my wrists
I fall to the floor in a puddle of red
I start to get a light tingling feeling in my head
Now it feels like my body is under lock
I think I'm going into shock
Now I'm panicking and I start to shout
But no-one will come help me out
So I sit here bleeding my life away
Only because I couldn't stand to live one more day
Now I'm dead and six feet in the ground
I have no friends or family around
It all makes sense to me that I changed my mind to late
Death was not the way to escape
So here I sit in a fiery cell
This place is a living hell
Those who sit next to me say that its okay
I will get used to the smell one day
I don't want to live in this place
I want to be alive and feel the sun on my face
The superiors tell me I cannot leave
Only because I decided to believe
They don't give me a nice place to lay my head
I'm forced to bathe in a pool of red
I hear that I helped fill this evil pool
And that the razor was the tool
I don't want to be dead
Now I have a clear head
I know now what I should've done
Live life and stay where I've come
If I could go back and change that day
I would've kept the thoughts of suicide at bay
Life is precious and I know the pain I've caused
I put my family's life on pause
They don't need to be living that way
I want to go back and change that dreadful day
If I could I would choose another path
There would be no submit to Death's wrath
I wish I could go back and choose to live my life
I wouldn't give in to the weight of the strife
Death is the easy way out
Now I understand what life is really about
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