Thoughts Of A Fantastic Suicidal Bastard

Give me a reason to live, to find heaven in a hell made land. Give me a reason to go on, to not take the fall. Give me a reason to live again, as death had latched onto my dying soul. Give me a reason to stay alive. What does it matter if I fell down the pit of my own hell? But please do give me a reason, for my mind is filled with treacherous whispers of death. The devil laugh in my face and I fear I am the bastard in everyone's life now.