Think I Am

I'm sorry about the anger
About the times I made you cry
It's just that I can't take it
I really want to die

I dream of head on crashes
Nooses being tied tight
Guns pointing blankly
Cutting all through the night

Pills killing my insides
Cliffs getting higher
Jumping off that chair
Cutting my neck tighter

Blood flowing out of my veins
My insides being eaten up
My heart, it stopped beating
Did I get enough?

I think I am dead now,
I really think I am
It feels good to have no pain
No more hand in hand