This morning I woke up and reached for the knife, Cause I thought for a second of ending my life, Then I took one more minute and thought about them My Father, my mother, my family and friends. That **** you come up with real deep in your head On those mornings you wake up and wish you were dead. I said "**** it"and reached for My whiskey instead, Took a shot, Lit my Cigarette, and hopped out of bed.
I'm pretty depressed this morning, so I took to pen and paper when i woke up.