They tell me not to commit

"Don't be influenced by that type"

They say so mock idealistically

"You're too good for that"

Some venture

Though I know it's not true

How could it be?

I don't deserve to live

But do I deserve the grace of death?

Am I only merited to exist?

Just simply exist?

Because that's all I'm doing now

"Don't do it…"

Some people still warn

I absentmindedly wonder if they'd really care

'There's only one way to find out.'

I tell myself

Almost taunting the provoking thoughts of self injury

I let the words sink in

And the feelings gain even more appeal

But do I want to go all the way?

All the way to Heaven…or Hell in my case

Yes, yes I think so

Hell can't be much worse than this

This, what I'm living now

The pain I go through on Earth

This cursed planet

Of "Freedom and Liberty"

Well if I have this "freedom"

To exercise my will

Then I will do my work

Which I was sent to earth to do

My task to show people

That maybe

They'll cherish what

They had before

Until it's gone forever

They'll cherish what they had before

But it's too late

'Cause now I'm gone forever…

.fin.