Upon these words I spit,
Cause if you don't you might get stuck in your throat,
My corrupted, deadly ****,
I'm dieing to die,
Itching to scratch,
Tear out my eyes,
Throw me in with the batch,
These corrupt able little *****,
That think that they can handle me,
Better now bow there heads, for its,
The terrible SUICIDE KING,
But yet you see they call me this,
Because otherwise I'm THE NAMELESS,
But still I'm on a bucket list,
Of things to destroy because of my corruptness,
I have no need for your petty things,
These broken hearts that full the pit,
And all of these destroyed dreams,
That help me say I'm over it,
I'm done with this,
I'm done with that,
No I'm ******,
I'm going to snap,
So back away,
You worthless ****,
Cause I must say,
**** all of it!
This is one form of depression. I am many, this is only part.