Death by your own hand,

Death by your own hand,
ending the suffering and the pain,
but yet you are creating more,
silent screaming never heard,
shout it out,
don’t shut it in,
uncontrollable pain ripping through your mind,
as you consider,
death by your own hand.


Set me free,
let me be.
Can’t you see,
what you did to me?

You held me close, tightly,
we made love nightly.
All we wanted we had,
then you called me a cad!

You’re mad!
If you think,
you can make me mad or sad!
You stink!

I loved you so,
now you love someone named Bobbi-Jo.
We had something great,
and you mashed my face into a grate.

So set me free,
let me be.
Can’t you see,
what you did to me?