This voice, that's in my head
Is telling me that I
Should be fucking dead
THAT I SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD
I am worthless
And I am weak
I am hopeless
My life is meek
These struggles that I must deal with
They are so real, and I am a piece of shit
A piece of shit
I have gathered myself
Yet I am in disarray
I have gathered myself
Still I am in
Weak minded, nothing within me
Gutless to the point of oblivion
Substance is the only redemption
I want to overcome
But not today
FUCK
Life is meaningless
And I foreshadow doubt
Bleeeggggghhhhh
I should end life now
