Wake up in the morning and ask myself
is life worth living, should I blast myself?
Walk out, take the glock put it to my head
keep pumping the trigger till I'm well and dead
I've entered a darkness no light can pierce it
it's devouring me, but I know I can't forfeit
it's a depression so deep I can't swim through
it's got such a strong grip I'm starting to unglue
I'm grasping for handholds and there are none
should I not go on my life will be done
I'm questioning whether I should be here alive
I know if I die, I won't pull out of this nosedive
Spiraling down forever to my in inevitable death
each second more steals more of my breath
I'm dying, I know it, but I don't care
the pain killed me, it was too much to bare
It bent my shoulders, bowed my back
worked on my bones, until they cracked
my back broke, on that one fateful day
I'm left dying, not a word can I say
Shattered and broken, torn to pieces
these words are my emotional releases
each word is like a percocet pill
it numbs me, but in the end it'll still kill
No matter how hard I fight against this
I feel my life will end, this fight is pointless
each word is a step on the pathway to death
each word is stealing more,
from my last breath
