Jump off a bridge,
Slit your wrist,
Do everything on
The suicide list.
Put a gun to your head,
A noose on your neck,
Shove those pills down your throat,
And your suicide list? Check.
They say that they love you.
They say that they care.
They say they'll be there for you,
But are they ever there?
They wear their fake smiles,
You wear your mask.
They say you're fine.
They never ask.
So, jump of a bridge,
And slit your wrist.
You're dead anyway
When they find this.
Hi there... I noticed the collection you placed the artwork of mine that you faved in, and it seems to me that it might have been an ironic faving. Is this true?