I sit I'm my room claustrophobic, as I watch the walls breath succumbing to self pity, and these voices wont leave. I got a revolver in my hand with six chambers and they all full, every bullet contradicts the contemplation of suicide. I wanna die. So I sit and clinch my bible until my palms sweat, and blister, cause I hate my sister. First I'm gonna light a candle in the form of a seance, and see the light on the wall reflect all this childhood neglect. I cock the hammer, I let the steel touch my tongue and taste the metal for the first time, I see the faces of my loved ones, but f*ck a note, cause when I do it, I want it to be a mystery, and let them feel the same pain that I felt, this is the remedy.
goodbye, sad days, id rather sleep my life away goodbye, heartbreak, I found my own way, suicide
I get on my knees and say a prayer, I tell god that I cant handle all this pressure, I wanna kick it up there. Why should I wanna live? When my mother used to molest me in front of my stepfather, she beat me and he undressed me, see. He took my manhood before I became a man, so now I sit here at 16 with this gun in my hand. Death is the only way out, the murder of myself will show em all the theres a way out, I cry for my soul. Depression has taken a toll on my every existence, so when I think of humiliation I cant breathe, its time to leave. Cause I'm gone show what you did, for tormenting me as a kid, you raised me, now look what I did
I don't wanna die, I wanna breathe again, I don't wanna have to say.....
my soul is slipping away, I don't wanna leave, not in this way