Holding on to hope for life now,

But I’ve become consumed with doubt.

To die by own hands I will vow,

Yes, I’m prone to go that route.

I’ve been feeling low, so low now,

Working hard to change my ways.

Trying to do my best, I don't know how,

But dying pays.

No more guilt, no more pain,

To die by my hands I’m so sure.

No more stuck to a ball and chain,

My soul is too soiled to be pure.

I’ve done nothing but bad deeds,

I’m not good for anyone.

My heart still bleeds and bleeds,

I don’t know about you but I think I’m done.