Sick of Living

I am sick of living,
Sick of everything around.
I want to be somewhere,
6 feet in the ground.

All this confusion.
Please take me away,
I cant handle this,
Not another day.

I dont care how I go,
Put a gun to my head,
Take a knife and slit my throat,
as long as I am dead.

I am not happy,
Not deep down,
Everythings confusing,
No ones around.

Everything is falling apart.
Nothing seems right.
I wish that I could fix it,
But thatll take more than one night.

I dont have enough time,
To get through all this.
Life is too short,
For me too miss.

I want you to help me,
Up off the ground.
Lend me a helping hand,
But you are not around.