I want to yell at the top of my ****** up lungs
Debri will fly out of my mouth
Like the smoke that I inhale
As I think of the fastest way to die

What is it that I feel toward myself?
That's the better question
I'm tired of thinking I'm tired of feeling
That when anything is possible why can't I die

Ayudame, help me
Talking to my mind
My soul my soul why do you break yourself
Berate yourself as if tomorrow is but a dream

Ghost