A bad temptation, another broken relation. ****** up situation, a suicidal creation. But living tortures a heart, ripping it all apart. But I live to make it to a suicides wake. **** a heart break. Wouldn't care if I'm late. I know one day it'll all be great. Just have to suffocate. With not a soul to relate. My wrist found love to a blade. Felt like there wasn't another way. Just slitting my fix to get through the day. I'll still stay awake while I put suicidal thoughts to sleep. But from a distance I've got doubts that can creep. A suicides wake, I've got a heart ache. Watching these wars stories of how they've got severe PTSD. How do I control my own anxiety. Chest thumping, loss of breath. About to pay depressions debt. **** a suicides wake today. Soon this battle will be lost, but now I'm at war. Soon enough there will be no more. You can talk to me, or destroy me. I'll still approach it all calmly. I may be go phsycotic. Any one else just felt neurotic?
With everyone's ptsd passing out like it's candy, I've realized I've got to brush off the cavity. We all fall with the devil. Headed to a suicides wake grab me a shovel. Tonight make my drinks a double. I'm about to bury it all to a deeper level.