Suicide

Suicide The world is your source of hate. Sometimes you feel it is your fate, to wind up on the floor with your name getting added "the late." Suicide You know inside that there is an end to the pain, as soon as you slice your vain. And watch your blood flow just like the gentle rain. Suicide Why do something when you can't turn back the time. And not find out that people still love you after that innocent crime. Suicide