I like your smile, your eyes and tiny waist
Your hair, your ears and pretty face
My kids are saying you are the GOAT
While dying slowly in your throat

Cold steel cuts
Through my veins
Blood flows out
Relieves the pain.
My eyes roll up
Inside my head
Not long now
I shall be dead.
Was I murdered
Or was it suicide.
This doggerel rhyme
Had committed the crime,
The evil quill
Was top of the bill
My veins were cut
It left a chill.

Relaxing on my bed,
Listening to the music,
Suddenly, my cheeks felt some tears shed.
A watery shed out from my eyes,
Feeling the moisture and finding themselves red.

My cheeks asked my eyes, "What's the matter?
Why the mess?"

Then eyes said, "Ears are the culprit, they keep listening to something gloomy on repeat, that's why the shed."

Then ears replied in annoyance,
Stating its innocence, "It's the brain which is the problem."

Brain interrupted the ears' say and said, "It's not me, it's the heart which is on the loose.
For he is deep in grief, for he misses someone close. he is out of control and confused.
It is his longings which are causing you trouble.
Unapologetic heart keeps up the rubble."

my head is spinning
because im not winning
this battle in my head
i think im gonna be dead
my pain is taking over
my body's a little fuller