Sometimes I feel like death would be better,
better than how I live,
what I do,
what I see,
It's a way to release the pain,
from him,
from her,
from you,
It's become too much to stomach,
to do nothing,
like a spectator in my own like,
I see everywhere,
but I also feel,
the happiness,
the graces of life,
and also the insecurities,
the hurt feelings,
the broken heart,
and the pain, that's just the becoming more and more,
overwhelming is an understatement,
it hurts,
like I've just broken up with a girl but never get over her,
that's the reason for release,
of my mind,
of my heart,
of my body,
of my pain,
that's the reason,
for my death