blood, sweat, & suicide..

they usually say blood, sweat, and tears, but you dont cry when you have no fears.. when all your anger builds up inside your scared no longer of suicide.. you tell yourself these lovely lies, hoping and wishing that in the end you die.. not able to wait for your heart to mend, you find your soul at a meaningless end.. with cuts on your wrists and a bullet to the head, theres no need to worry now.. your dead... you feel yourself falling down inside, and these beautiful words you recite, blood.. sweat... and suicide...