I don't think this will turn out well for either of us...
I died again today, maybe you saw it in the news.
Its the same old story, a tragic end for a pretty smile.
“She had so much to live for” they all say.
I guess “so much to live for” means I should vomit up this poison before I make another opps and they shake their heads at me.
But tell me disapproving eyes, do you know what it’s like to feel dead inside?
I drank too much again trying to kill the monster in my gut.
I’ll drown the withdrawal pains with Jack and Jill until it backfires in my face.
A mess better left for tomorrow.
In reality it makes no sense, killing you will kill it too.
But you is the issue, so maybe it’s the perfect plan wrapped in plastic and string.
You never know what your going to find under the tree.
I just don’t think i’ll be much fun tonight.
I’ve got suicide on my mind again,
and I don’t think I’ll back out this time.
If I slit my throat, would anyone know?
I wonder what it’s like to wake up in the morning and feel happy that your alive.
What it like to smile without the shadow of make believe hiding in the corner of your mouth.
Is it possible to see the world without dead eyes and acid-ridden teeth.
What is it like to live without a monster eating away at your insides.
Biting Gnawing Crunching away at your intestines.
making it hard to breathe.
What is it like to feel?
What is it like to be human?
What is it like to be alive?
I have to kill it. I have to.
It’s either me or it.
I don’t think this will turn out well for either of us...
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