I am the monster, that I hate,
I am the demon, standing at the gate,
Drowning in sadness and depression,
Anxiety crashing the party with desperation,
And i can't, I can't anymore,
Move my feet one step more forward,
It hurts to live, it hurts to breathe,
It's a pain to exist, to even believe,
That things can get better,
Because I've been waiting for that miracle,
Since I was in the 4th grade and I wanted to die,
Yeah, not even 10 years old and I just knew that I,
Was destined for death at an early grave,
So let me go, let me be, do not resuscitate,
Let me suffocate and choke on my own sorrow,
Let me sink below the surface and not be here tomorrow,
Because living is a fucking chore at this point,
And I find no joy, no love, no light,
No one should live like this,
In their own eternal darkness,
Scrambling to survive, forced to live,
And I'm just so fucking tired,
From having to pretend that I'm okay,
That I will be here every single day,
Because I hate myself,
I carry around guilt,
And it weighs me down like a whole other person,
Just constantly strangling me while climbing on my back,
Telling me you aren't worth another minute,
Of living on this planet,
And I believe it, and it feels like shit,
So let me go, let me be, do not resuscitate,
Let me suffocate and choke on my own sorrow,
Let me sink below the surface and not be here tomorrow,
Because living is a fucking chore at this point,
And I find no joy, no love, no light,