The demons They're chanting For me to swallow the bottle of pills
Looking out through the window I see the moon And the night sky
I could be with them A star in the sky More than a star I'll ever be here
The voices in my head They're telling me I don't have a purpose That I'm a waste of space
But maybe They're right They know the truth.
And maybe I should just end it Right now While I can.
It's weird how the entire day I can be so happy but at night, when the demons choose to take over me, I don't remember what it feels like to be happy. I don't remember anything. I can't even think straight. All I see is me leaving this world. But I'm not going to end it. Not right now.