I would never amount to suicide
take away the life that God gave
Would you give me the time and day to lend an ear to listen to my life?
to see through these dark brown eyes of death
Would you remember me when I am dead buried underneath the earth surface?
into another world were my soul runs free
my body preserved as a temple
Have you ever felt so lonely your soul filled with sorrow?
I am calling out for my mummy
Calling out for my daddy
Calling out for my brothers
Calling out for my sisters
No response
If I disappear out of their lives for good no one would notice
Putting on a fake act you see this strong woman but my insides are weakening until there is no more of me.
I want to fall into a deep coma or hand myself into a mental institution at least then my mind escapes reality life.
Dead in your eyes, dead in your life do you know how it feels to have a knife cut through your heart having this stigma attached that you can't amount to anything?
I can’t stop these water works tie me up and leave me to rot until I die.
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