Do you know what it's like
To hold a gun to your head
Or get some pills to overdose
And wish that you were dead?
Have you ever broken glass
To slice open your arm
Or tried to find something
That could cause yourself some harm?
And if for some strange reason
You got the urge to die
Do you think that on a busy street
You'd watch the cars drive by?
Sure, if you had a reason
It would be the thing to do
But what if for no reason
The thought came over you?
Of course you wouldn't understand
How I could think that way
But it's something I must go through
As I struggle through each day.