suicide is murder

Seeing scabs on your skin cuts me deep and my heart bleeds. I love you, please, don’t hurt yourself, ‘cause this is killing me. You relocate the wounds watch them heal and fade, while once again your skin, is begging for the blade. When no amount of scars or blood could ever illustrate, all the pain that still remains, flowing deeper than your veins. Can’t cut it out, so you kill yourself, void of hope, refusing help. A slow decent, a life so low, while underground you seldom show, the ocean of tears refusing to flow, frozen like hail and colder than snow. An avalanche of emotion paralyzing like poison, a spell that you’re under, a drug so addictive, like a habit you can’t kick. Kill the hate not the victim, vindicate don’t convict them. Suicide is murder, a self-inflicted crime, suicide is murder, and survivors do the time. Suicide is murder, so stay with us awhile, suicide is murder, don’t kill a blameless child. Kill the hate not the victim, vindicate don’t convict them. Suicide is murder, so stay with us awhile, suicide is murder, don’t kill a blameless child.