"How are you feeling" you dare ask,
well lets take a look into my past.
My mother died short days ago,
my dad he's a drunk so I'm used to being alone.
the scratches on my veins?
those are just reminders of when i was overwhelmed with the pain.
Why didn't I tell you,
well what was there to say,
except I've been plotting my death each and every day.
Get help?
no I think not,
all my depression will be over as soon as i finish this knot, that will support my neck
tied with love and hate all in one, I'm using rope simply because i couldn't get my hands on a gun.
I'll jump off the stool and choke on my last breath, I'm choking for you, and all the shit you put me through.
Crazy?
I think not,
It's just that dieing is all I want.
"Please don't" you say,
"You will live to see a better day" well I've been around long enough to know that there is no better day for me, when death is your mission, you will succeed.
Don't cry,
Tears are worthless
I have shed them many times before.
I've become immune to the pain, I have a bulletproof door that only I can get through,
your words and actions are still at the knob, they wont affect me, they'll stay at the door, you cant touch me, i wont be hurt anymore.
if you haven't realized something, realize this, death is something one must wish.. everyone Will come and go, you wont even have your memories to show,
you will be gone in a flash,
and never come back.
just remember, everything that lives, is born to die.
