Joint Suicide

Please please please tell me There is nothing wrong with me. To feel like I have suffered through a tormenting hell To be with you but you just gave me an "oh well." And I actually tried to get out, actually tried to crawl out Of the mess you made With the heartfelt pardon you gave. Scratching and clawing my way to get to the top. I think that hit the spot. I think I will just sit here Consummating my fears, Just watching the blood sprouting from my wrists; It gives me a chilling satisfaction or bliss. Now don't you look at me like I'm a stranger. You know full well that you are in danger. So you had better run you had better hide Before I catch up and rip out your insides. I'd do just about anything to reach you So what do you think About a joint suicide? Maybe we could make it a double homicide? Arsenic, poison, gun, knife, razor, cyanide, maybe an OD On something that won't ever satisfy you or me. There are so many ways, so how can you decide all alone. Here you go, here's one more to call your own.. A manic homicide Then a psycho suicide. I'll kill you then I'll kill myself. Doesn't that sound Like a plan? Well it sure does to me So who cares what you think!? Trying to say goodbye to this life I've learned on which to survive. this world is just so cold. I can not find a place I wanna call my own. wish I could run back home. But I promised myself I would not return without bringing back a lesson I supposedly learned. all I have to show for all the time ago I chose to go is this little way. So here you go, I'm admitting defeat finally.