I talked a man out of suicide today
He coudln see why he should go on
it was his life to live why shoud he pay?
he believed his choice to die would be his to make
the choice was his and his to take
He was angry
"it shouldnt be like this" he would always say
but never did a thing to change his way
It made him sad- when other couldn't see
the things he did for them that only hurt he
Day to day it never got better
he wrote this inside his sucide letter
now he sits, writing this
alone and waiting, he feels full of hating
sittin with a knife and just debaiting
"WHY WHY?" he just wants to scream
cause the lie of love is only a dream
He didnt want to live
he wanted to Die
I just wanted to leave
I wanted to cry
Let myself free
and give me a chance to fly
cause if you havent gotten it
that man was I