Today was Tuesday
And his friend tried to end it all
He would of died had he not entered the house
To find his dearest friend sprawled on the floor
Something within him died when he saw that
And he could blame no one but himself
A week ago that very day
He had felt exactly the same way
In fact every Tuesday is the same

It’s suicide Tuesday
And tons today have tried
Like a suicide cluster that takes over a day
All these parties try to escape from pain
All their fun seems to be gone
And all of their tears fall like gongs
They try to throw their lives away
After sleeping through yesterday

Today is Wednesday
And his friend isn’t doing much better
The other day he wrote his mom a letter
Asking her for forgiveness for what he did to her son
Every weekend they would party
Until after the sun came up.
Every Monday they would sleep
Then every Tuesday they would weep
It had been that way for weeks on end

Today is Thursday
And no one will look him in the eye
He just pretends like it is a surprise
His friend is in rehab
And everyone wants him to go too.
He is not surprised that they think that
But he stills refuses to go
Finding his friend there was more sobering
Then they could ever comprehend or know

Today is Friday
And for once he didn’t go
To the party with all his other friends
They begged him to come
But they don’t understand
On a Friday not long ago
He brought his friend with him
And from there it all started to go wrong
They don’t understand that he blames himself

Today is Saturday
And all day he sat alone
Surrounded by darkness
And locked away from the world
He feels alone amongst the pressure
The tides are trying to shift him two different ways
He’s alone in an ocean of fear

Today is Sunday
And for the first time in years he went to church
Just to see if it could bring him rest
The first one he went to didn’t work
So he spent all of Sunday going to the rest
He learned of wrath
And the great power of prayer
He learned of Satan
But he didn’t learn where to go from there

Today is Monday
And for the first Monday in a while
He actually went to school
Everyone gave him weird looks
Because of the shadows under his eyes
And the way when the teacher said his name
He would break down and cry
He's been beating himself up for nearly a week
His soul feels weak

Today is Tuesday
The day everyone says is too plain
He lays on his bed and think of what to say
He thinsk of what to do
The stillness of the room takes a hold of him
He feels so lonely and empty
Like he felt every Tuesday for weeks
But this time it’s different this time he didn’t try to speak
He just took a knife and began to bleed

It’s just another suicide Tuesday
But this time it wasn’t caused by drugs
It’s another suicide Tuesday
He is hoping it won’t be long
He wants to go rot in Hell
For the life he felt he tossed
And all the other lives he has torn with drugs
He wishes he was in Hell
Because that is where he feels he belongs
 
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