The Hidden Emotion of Your Suicidal Baby

There's a voice in my head,
A pain in my chest.
I've lost all control,
My body needs rest.
My mind is racing,
My thoughts all the same.
I'm coming close
To the end of my game.
I want it to end,
Not the thoughts in my mind.
You should be able to tell
I just want to die.
It's nothing new, really.
You've known for a while.
You pretend you don't know.
We'll call it denial.
And I live in pain.
I live in hell.
I stick around
So you can be well.
You'll blame yourself
You'll ask why.
Why, oh why, did I want to die?
The answer is simple
And since I'm dead
You can probably tell
I wasn't right in the head.