I tear the hair off my head.
I've hurt myself so that the blood would shed.
I've lost touch.
I've let go of so much.
Hate got me to a point where I needed to die.
Life has been one big f***ing lie.
Inside there is a fight.
It rages day and night.
Who will loose and who will win?
It doesn't matter if killing the other is a sin.
It is me verses I.
Sometimes I can only wonder why.
The person in the mirror is the one I hate.
Suicide is just a bait.
I will finish this fight before I am at Heaven or Hell's gate.
When I win, I will mark the date.
