Suicidalive

I watch the snow flowing down gently from the open sky;
It makes me feel more alive
I’ve been lying here alone, isolated from the crowd;
After my suicide.
Feels like my all emotions die, in depression I lie;
And they ask the questions why
I can’t remember the scene, from the tragedy I see;
Just the red in the snow.
They try to hide the tears and look away;
But they just stare at my scars.
My broken heart pumped the blood;
Out of my broken veins
Knife alone in the snow;
Red of life run to waste.
A new start I will seek, mind is strong but body weak;
I await my heart to heal
Just like staring into light, I am blinded by this fire;
As long as life there’s hope for me.
They try to hide the tears and look away;
But they just stare at my scars.
My broken heart pumped the blood;
Out of my broken veins
I lie alone in the snow;
Red from life as He came.
Alive!