I slit my wrists today I didn't even feel a thing I watched myself fade away I listened to the voices sing As I slipped into the dark My clothes drenched in red I left no note no mark Just thoughts replaying in my head My clothes are in the garbage can My notebooks are all on fire This was all my plan This was all my desire Find my funeral clothes hanging The only part of me that's left Hear the funeral bells clanging See the people in their Sunday best I hope they're not crying To be honest I'm better off here I was already dying I just needed to escape my fear
Every now and then I just get this idea of a narrative of my death in my head. It's scary really but it needs a safe place to escape.