am i the only one who feels this way like everyday death is whispering in my ear so i can hear the screams of the ones before me oh wait my mistake its just the girl friend the one who is suppose to love me but gets off on my distress what a ******* mess i got myself into once again. people tell me I should be grateful for my success but i didn't accomplish my death and what is success  something for an obsession a depression i don't know but if i had a successful day lets just say it'd be my funeral today