Suicide Note I - Schizophernic Mind

I bury my face within my palms
Too tired of this sarcastic existence
Wish I could be what I liked
All the troubles would be gone

All the words I hear are curses
Unto this vermilion mind
As I remain surrounded by emptiness
The saturnalia of death hovers above my head

I've been crushed many times
'Tween myself
The wound will heal with time
But the time, 'twill never come