The Question
To die,
Or not to die?
That is the question.
Do I take my own life,
To end my venomous pain?
Or do I live it out,
and suffer in dire vain?
Living or dying.
Breathing or sighing.
Either one will do.
But living in pain,
Crying in vain,
This is what I don't want to do.
Why won't anyone help me?
Why can't anyone save me?
I'm drowning in my own tears.
Drowning every minute.
To die,
Or not to die?
That is the question.
Should I take my own life,
To end all my venomous pain?
Or do I live it out,
And suffer in dire vain?
Will anyone help me?
Will anyone save me?
To die,
Or not to die?
That is the question.
Do I take my own life,
To end my venomous pain?
Or do I live it out,
and suffer in dire vain?
Living or dying.
Breathing or sighing.
Either one will do.
But living in pain,
Crying in vain,
This is what I don't want to do.
Why won't anyone help me?
Why can't anyone save me?
I'm drowning in my own tears.
Drowning every minute.
To die,
Or not to die?
That is the question.
Should I take my own life,
To end all my venomous pain?
Or do I live it out,
And suffer in dire vain?
Will anyone help me?
Will anyone save me?
