This life is not worth living
Can't keep fighting these thoughts
They consume every piece of my mind
My chioce is made
Now its time to die
My chioce has been made
Only I can control my own fate,
Disreguard every word that you plea
Sit back and watch me bleed
This life is not worth living
Can't keep fighting these thoughts
They consume every piece of my mind
My chioce is made now
Its time to die
To die
To die
This tourtured souls searching for hope
In a world where there is none
With this world i am done
No room for thoughts
No need for prayers
This blood will flow
If I was gone tomorrow
Would anyone shed a tear?
Did I make a difference in any persons life?
Would I be missed?
Would anyone wonder why?
I've lived for too long
Am I right or am I wrong?
My sanity is put to the test
As my body lays to rest
Wishing for a noose around my neck
Razorblade in the palm of my hand
Stairing down the drain of the sink.
This blood will flow.