A life of nothing, but sickness and pain.
I've killed the last nerve, which has drove me insane.
Arguments all day, I'm hiding from sorrow.
Waiting for death, as i restart tomorrow.
The days go past, and I'm still cutting wrists.
Searching for answers, of how to deal with this.
Shedding of light, cuts through the blinds.
I take my last breath, while my life is left behind.
This sickness no more, I'm living in dark.
My life of nothing, Stationary in park.
