The Death Perspective

I can't find a remedy for life.
Except to swallow a bottle of pills and dye tonight
I just cant help but feel alone.
This fight I'm in has me letting go.

So if I die will you forgive me?
If I slide the knife will it fill me.
I want to resist as I cry out in pain

Part of me just feels like I'm going insane.
I just want to die to start living.
Because the day I die is a new begging.