Here i sit,
just me and my knife-
alone with my thoughts,
knowing whats right.
i do what they want,
i sleep when they say-
this shits got to stop,
cause i cant live this way.
so here we are,
my razor - my pills-
i researched the s**t,
out of objects that kill.
this is not an attempt,
I'm not crying for you-
I'm screaming my face off,
and die is what i will do.
i took ten vikadin,
and 12 perkaset-
Washed down with Morgan,
alone is were i sit.
no phone in this room,
a fat lock on he door-
i press and it bleeds,
i cant lie on the floor.
my head is pounding,
I'm dizzy and numb-
I'm f**king ticked off,
i never had anyone.
to sit with me,
here in this room-
we could talk about my thoughts,
and what they may lead up to.
but now I'm on my back,
it doesn't matter anymore-
with a smile on my face,
ill die happy on the floor.
