The Death Game

Suicide taunts me and calls me its way It's a game it likes playing at least once a day The voices tell me that I have to be strong To live with my troubles has always been wrong Im told that my life was designed insecure That all those who drain me will always want more I listen a while and then contemplate death Inhaling the filth and then holding my breath I hear them all laugh when I panic and cry As nobody cares if I live or I die The voices return and they won't go away... So maybe they'll tempt me one day