Wanting to slash my wrist
Visualizing the blood painting the walls
Each beat of my heart
I see myself growing weaker
This point I drift to sleep
But it's not sleep
The truth is I drift to death
Never to wake again
Fighting the urges with my words
Writing late at night till I pass out
The truth is I don't want to wake up
I don't want to dream
I want to not exist
That is the true thoughts
I wish to no longer breathe the air
I wish to be out of this snare
I never wished life was fair
I really don't care
You can have my share
