I hate thinking about suicideI can run but I cannot hidethe thought just won't go awayevryday I pray and prayfor some kind of relieffrom this brand of griefI don't want to kill myselfthe thought belongs on the shelffloating in realitythe chemicals that bind memake everything alrightmy medications airtightit eases the tensionkeeps me in this dimensionthese aren't happy pillsfor cheap thrillsmy suicidal thoughts aren't realthey don't coincide with what I feelI have a disease that generates thema virus infecting my brainstemand other parts of my headI wish this cruel part of me deadI try to kill it with pillsbut I still have the thought and it chillsfloating in realitythe chemicals that bind memake everything alrightmy medications airtightit eases the tensionkeeps me in this dimensionthese aren't happy pillsfor cheap thrillsI am afraid of losing controlthe world has taken too much tollI'll decide I don't want to be alivesomehow I'll lose all my driveand in an instant I'll give updear lord, keep me from cracking upI'm so used to the the thought nowI wonder if I'll just say ciaofloating in realitythe chemicals that bind memake everything alrightmy medications airtightit eases the tensionkeeps me in this dimensionthese aren't happy pillsfor cheap thrillsthe thoughts should be amusing, I should be able to laugh death offits like a fly in oinmentits like a fly in oinmentI don't want to be a tortured soul walking the earth for all eternityI fear the afterlifeI fear the afterlifeI can imagine many consequences of taking my own lifeI don't want to burn in hellI don't want to burn in hellMaybe I'm just curious about what happens when you diesomebody stop my heartsomebody stop my heartthen revive meso I can have a peekso I can be exposed