اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Saddend by a life that's bitter and frail,
what once was strong lies cold and pale.
To hate oneself no purpose in life,
Slowly I bleed my wrists that I slice.
Path To Suicide
Pain overwhelming blood leaves a trail,
mixed with tears I cry in madness I dwell.
Emotions that breed as a poison fruit,
To a garden of weeds, with buried truth.
Path To Suicide
I weep in the darkness as blood runs thin,
Ghosts from my past return once again.
Cold alone empty I await to die,
a way to kill the pain a path to suicide.
Path To Suicide
