My Cries For Death
Sittin here comin down from an incredible high.
Wishing only to die.
Death has a strong grasp.
From which i can only gasp.
I cry out.
Won't somebody get me out?
Out of this fucking life i lead.
I look at my face mah nose has began to bleed.
Why can't mah wrists juzt fucking bleed?
I want a way out.
Can I find it with this rope?
Death asks if im ready,
ready to come home.
I scream "Yes take me home."
I scream until I cant.
I begin to pant.
Here comes Stephaine.
To scream and rant.
Noone cares.
So this pain I'll bare.
Will some-1 hold me?
And for once listen to me?
I only want to be normal!
Free of drugs anbd this pain.
Why am I looked upon as abnormal?
Is there a better way to life?
Can some one guide me to this life?
If I killed mahself tommrow, would anyone even fucking care?
Or would they point and stare?
simply say "poor boy why couldnt he just try and bare?"
DOES ANY-1 FUCKING CARE?
Wishing only to die.
Death has a strong grasp.
From which i can only gasp.
I cry out.
Won't somebody get me out?
Out of this fucking life i lead.
I look at my face mah nose has began to bleed.
Why can't mah wrists juzt fucking bleed?
I want a way out.
Can I find it with this rope?
Death asks if im ready,
ready to come home.
I scream "Yes take me home."
I scream until I cant.
I begin to pant.
Here comes Stephaine.
To scream and rant.
Noone cares.
So this pain I'll bare.
Will some-1 hold me?
And for once listen to me?
I only want to be normal!
Free of drugs anbd this pain.
Why am I looked upon as abnormal?
Is there a better way to life?
Can some one guide me to this life?
If I killed mahself tommrow, would anyone even fucking care?
Or would they point and stare?
simply say "poor boy why couldnt he just try and bare?"
DOES ANY-1 FUCKING CARE?