| Living here, in constant pain, I’m reaching out to you!
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| Feelings I have long suppressed, control my mental views
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| As I walk this lonely earth, searching for a sign
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| Something to make me want to live, cause' now I want to die
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| As I languish here, in this house of disease
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| And decrepitude, feeling un at ease
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| Slowly I put up a wall, to block away the pain
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| Only to have it fall, the misery remains!
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| It rips the mind apart, scorns my soul with rage
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| Infects my heart, kills my will to be
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| My eyes cannot see, blinded from the sweat
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| I don’t know why I, feel morose today
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| Born with it all, rich beyond my means
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| Lately something has been burning
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| In my gut it bleeds, making me despondent
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| A victim of me
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| Dying will be the death of me
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| It hurts when I smile
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| Only happy when, others are in pain
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| When I was younger, life was in my heart
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| Lastly vie been craving, suicide as an art
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| All the ways I’ve attempted, was placed in the psycho ward
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| In a straightjacket, dying cause' I’m bored
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| In the end, dying will be the death of me! |