I could of easily taken my life by now
shattered hopes and broken dreams keeps me down
im depressed
from this stress
i need rest
it feels like ive got a bomb straped to my chest
i feel i should of died a birth
i havent a worth
no one seems weather or no i live
becuase in the end youll be cursed for the blood you give
i feel tempted to throw my life away
die an early death some how some way
in my head i comteplate
weather or not to wait
let my life run couse
see if its good like yours
that much i doubt
me and deaths angel keep having this verbal bout
hes beatong me into submisson
im in an inevitable posistion
and i feel so much anguish
for death in anxious
therefore
im left tore
weather or not to care anymore
commit private execution
i think im losing
grasp of life
im gone i lost the fight