This room could be painted pitch black
as far as I'm concerned
spend my nights in utter darkness
Alone..
Alone with my thoughts
My thoughts
Judgemental and self condemning my mind
My mind
Feeling depressed, angry I have to wake up at nine
At nine
I wake up praying that today I'll be brave enough to grab a nine
A nine
underneath my pillow, loaded, ready to take what's left of my time
My time
Desperate to make something of what's left.
What has left
is everything I cared for. But do I have the courage to die?
To die
is to grab the nine
the nine
now resting against my head
My head
splattered open as I welcome Death
welcome Death
now I know what it's like to die
to die
is leaving everything I have left behind
Left behind
Everything I forgot to cherish
Goodbye