the only thing stopping me from killing myself
is perfecting the final draft of the letter that says my farewell
how stupid would it be if there was a word on there misspelled
what drove me to this point of loathing and depression
was every cigarette I smoked and every blessing I had
my life was an endless cycle of mad, sad and think about when I was glad
to breathe in air, smell the scent of your hair
now I'm in ruins, in a state of despair
the stars shine on
my death means nothing
you were so trusting
that trust was crushing
I drowned in a sea of worries
and I was ripped apart by the pressure
to pleasure and send her to her happy place
how did you ever love this face?
these bags under my eyes
were packed full of lies
my frown was a crown, I wore it proudly
I was a king of absolutely nothing, I proclaimed my title loudly
I never mattered
I never will
goodbye
don't cry
I'm not worth it
trust me, this one last time
just.. tell me that you were mine
past tense
so many regrets
all those sunsets
I spent them looking at you instead of the sky
I never felt more alive then
now I want nothing more than to die, this is the end
see you later.