Six feet under your floor

The pain is surreal,
It’s all I can feel.
Why am I Mad?
Why am I Sad?
I don’t know why,
I JUST WANT TO DIE!

I don’t know why this is,
My only prayer,
To live happily,
Without a care.
From the outside my life seems great,
But that is what I hate,
No one knows what’s happening on the inside,
And that is where I hide.

The pain is surreal,
It’s all I can feel.
Why am I Mad?
Why am I Sad?
I don’t know why,
I JUST WANT TO DIE!

We can all relate,
But now it is too late,
Life is going to end,
So why continue to pretend,
Like everything is great,
In myself I suffocate,
No longer can I defend,
My existence in the end.

The pain is surreal,
It’s all I can feel.
Why am I Mad?
Why am I Sad?
I don’t know why,
I JUST WANT TO DIE!

So this is where my story ends,
It had twists, turns, and bends,
I’m sick of this life,
So I take it with the blade of a knife.

No more loneliness anymore,
I walked through my final door.
Life is sweeter when you finish,
And watch as the blood flows,
As my eyes slowly close.

The pain was surreal,
It was all I could feel.
Why was I Mad?
Why was I Sad?
I’m not anymore,
I’m six feet under your floor.