Kevyn Whitehead - Suicide

Slit my wrist watch me bleed,
Shake my hand watch me need,
Cut my throat as i gasp for air,
Watch my feet dangle like nothing is there.

As I hang beneath the ceiling body lifeless and cold,
The moves i made during my life heartless and bold.

As my blood runs my wrist staining the burgundy rug,
I just wish that out of all you, one of you would of gave me a hug.

As my skin turns to pale white letting me know that i am dead,
I realize that I was never in the comfort of my own bed.

As I lay dieing wondering why my life is so wrong,
I begin to realize that no one ever cared for me thats why i wrote this song.

My last moments on earth were spent saying goodbye,
Now I must go the time has come for me to die.

Kevyn Whitehead

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