Darkness around me,
I am sitting on my own,
On a childrens swing,
Being all alone.
A small light ingnites,
I inhale the dust of death,
Thinking about life,
How my hope has left.
Alcohol induced madness,
Tears streaming down my face,
But the darkness hides it,
Here at my lonely place.
You said you wanted to talk,
Suddenly my numbness wasnt enough,
And my depression hit me,
Suicidal me came back rough.
I dont know what happend,
Just that it happened way to fast.
And suddenly not gaming,
Not alcohol, nothing would last.
My brain is shouting at me,
Telling me to bleed till i die,
Telling me to leave life behind,
Leaving my "friends" without goodbye.
Soon ill be back, right?
Back home, with nothing stopping me.
Why would i hold back then,
There is no light that i see.
Just a dark swing,
My terrible body on top of it.
Swinging back and forth,
Dying that tiny last bit.
Lets go home, the voices say,
Lets go home, itll be okay.
Lets finally put an end to it,
To not see the light of day.
Why am i like this,
Why cant i be able to live?
Why cant the voices shut up,
Why cant they forgive?
They say i am a bad person,
I guess they are right.
I guess i shouldnt be living,
Guess i shouldnt see the light.
Lets go back home,
And punish me for being alive.
For being this terrible person,
Lets pick up the knife.
Its sharp enough, you know.
And the pain will finally not be.
They whisper. I cannot not listen.
I am in pain, dont you see?
You wanted to help,
But you just made it worse.
You did not bless me with your existence,
And all your words were a curse.
Now i am on this lonely swing,
Remembering all my pain.
How i couldn't be a child,
How my childhood drove me insane.
But no, i remember.
Its my fault, thats what the voices mean.
And they want me to be dead,
Its so loud, it cant be unseen.
Ill go home and die.
Its better this way?
Thats what they mean,
Thats what they say.
Lonely swing,
Robbed childhood,
Unacceptant parents,
Me never being good.
Its the right way,
Thats what they say,
On the swing of life,
If youre dead youll finally be okay.
Just do it.
I am sitting on my own,
On a childrens swing,
Being all alone.
A small light ingnites,
I inhale the dust of death,
Thinking about life,
How my hope has left.
Alcohol induced madness,
Tears streaming down my face,
But the darkness hides it,
Here at my lonely place.
You said you wanted to talk,
Suddenly my numbness wasnt enough,
And my depression hit me,
Suicidal me came back rough.
I dont know what happend,
Just that it happened way to fast.
And suddenly not gaming,
Not alcohol, nothing would last.
My brain is shouting at me,
Telling me to bleed till i die,
Telling me to leave life behind,
Leaving my "friends" without goodbye.
Soon ill be back, right?
Back home, with nothing stopping me.
Why would i hold back then,
There is no light that i see.
Just a dark swing,
My terrible body on top of it.
Swinging back and forth,
Dying that tiny last bit.
Lets go home, the voices say,
Lets go home, itll be okay.
Lets finally put an end to it,
To not see the light of day.
Why am i like this,
Why cant i be able to live?
Why cant the voices shut up,
Why cant they forgive?
They say i am a bad person,
I guess they are right.
I guess i shouldnt be living,
Guess i shouldnt see the light.
Lets go back home,
And punish me for being alive.
For being this terrible person,
Lets pick up the knife.
Its sharp enough, you know.
And the pain will finally not be.
They whisper. I cannot not listen.
I am in pain, dont you see?
You wanted to help,
But you just made it worse.
You did not bless me with your existence,
And all your words were a curse.
Now i am on this lonely swing,
Remembering all my pain.
How i couldn't be a child,
How my childhood drove me insane.
But no, i remember.
Its my fault, thats what the voices mean.
And they want me to be dead,
Its so loud, it cant be unseen.
Ill go home and die.
Its better this way?
Thats what they mean,
Thats what they say.
Lonely swing,
Robbed childhood,
Unacceptant parents,
Me never being good.
Its the right way,
Thats what they say,
On the swing of life,
If youre dead youll finally be okay.
Just do it.
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