  Sweet death, I pray Surely thou will come To save me from this Bitter torment of love. Bring no pain But this poor Soul It craves for death For death is sweeter than honey And love, love is as a thorn on a rose.
A blissful life, a troubled past Somehow i've been loved so wrong In the darkness i weep Secretly In the night&nbsp;I cry Oh the Pain In the morning i awake With thoughts of sweet death Surely thou will come i have no idea why i wrote it....but yea, its a pretty acurate description of&nbsp;what im going through&nbsp;right now... 
