Closet of your thoughts

 Have you ever thought,
That you had nothing left to give?

Have you grown completely cold,
And just don't want to live?

Have you ever thought of ways,
That you would take your life?

Would you like to make a bloody mess,
And paint the walls tonight?

Or would you like to lay down,
And drowned yourself in pills.

Or maybe make a noose,
And sit it high up on the hill.

Or maybe with a single shot,
the bullet how she calls.

Your name it sings to end all things
in your blood- stained halls.......


By darkheartmagic