I either want to scream or cry or maybe I just want to die.
Maybe that aching in my head will go away if I finally give in.
Give in to that little voice telling me to let go, telling me the world will be better without me.
Maybe that little voice was right all along and maybe giving in will be the best option.
I already have ways picked out, ways that will be simple and hardly hurt.
I could finally swallow those pills or I could go for a drive that ends it all.
I could cut open every scar on my body and lose every ounce of blood in my veins, that won't take long.
I've become numb to the pain of that dull razor blade.
I've learned to not have high hopes when everything ends in failure and the common denominator is me.
I'm the problem, I'm the reason everything ends, so maybe it's about time that I give in.