You've broken me for the last time suffocated in silence till i cried desperate for feelings despite what youve told me i grab the blade and slice it the way across my skin you told me not to as the blood drips i begin to slip into my normal feelings for you love and affection for blood and affliction

Sleep is for the weak, well im weak please give it to me im kissing at your feet begging for sleep but you've got me beat another 4 am passes another sleepless night another stress filled day and im restless depressed diluted past all the rest I just want a little shut eye please dont make me give a sweet goodbye to get rid of this stress and get me a little rest, Im feeling triggered and whats feeling best is some rest so I put the gun to my head just to hope for the best I pull the trigger and I'm dead in rest.

My creativity isnt just some activity its my feelings on a page a page thats blank in the beginning but I feel up every line with my feelings i dont understand i shouldnt wish i were dead but maybe im just not right in the head before you know it the page is stained red maybe with spilt ink or maybe im dead...

Is this just the dream you haven't awaken from yet? Am I your nightmare or just your biggest regret? Or am I that dream you'll never forget do you wake up only to go back to sleep and dream of us together forever because when reality hits baby it's like a brick its heavy and will crush your dreams like nothing else I'm sorry I'm not your reality but
baby you can always dream

Sad? Why not im full of dismal thoughts i thought i once excaped but no im back to breaking over all this thinking im full of hate and sorrow you make me wish i had no tomorrow im depressed and becoming desperate dieing for anyone to lie to me just tell me im all right and that ill be okay but despite all that ill still lay in my dismal sorrow wishing there was no tomorrow escaping through the bite of a bullet and thats just it so as i grasped the trigger harder my teeth began to clinch tighter till   my jaw dropped but not in aw but of my dismal sorrow escaping through my bite of no tomorrow

This generation is messed up anxiety eating dissorders and even more were helpless selfless people that hurt all the time and have panic attacks over nothing one word said kinda makes us wish we were dead were unappreciated wishing we were appreciated questioned in disbelief just wanting to be believed..