Controlled by Suicide by Emilie (m_alee_2000@hotmail.com) I often seem to find myself crying on the floor Tugging on my hair, as I constantly bang my head on the door The shreek in my voice is unheard My mouth's open, but I don't say a word You are the main attraction of my pain You are the hurt, fear, the black rain Suicide now controls my mind I look for a sharp edge, one of any kind As I hold the knife to my wrist, I paused Death of the innocence is what you have caused One slice, bloods oozing out, but I'm still alive I hold my breath as I give it one more dive I rushed to the phone to tell him what I did He just said, "Quit acting like a fucking kid" I told him he needed to come see me right away He said, "Okay, but I can't stay" By the time you came, I was crying on the floor Then you tugged on my hair as you slammed me to the door