Would You...?

Take the air out of my lungs,
And the gun out of my hands.
Hide the world from my vision
And lead me through the dark.
Oh, pump the pills from out my stomach,
and dress the slits running my wrists.
Cradle me like a baby,
Like the lost child that I am.
And that ghost that sings to me,
Please free him from my mind.
For I have nothing left to give him,
And his voice is scaring me.
Please guide me past his doorstep
And don't let him steal my soul.
And the waves crashing on his beach
All sing out to me
Like a chorus of God's angels
Begging me to go.
So save me from that ocean
and from the siren's song.
For my scars are all I'm left with
They still hurt like yesterday.
And yet I still remember
That heaven's a world away.