No matter how much I drink,
No matter how many pills I take,
No matter how deep I cut myself,
I always seem to wake.
The sound of my alarm forces me to cry.
Why do I keep waking up when I want naught but to die?
I lay here and suffer, day in and day out,
Deaths healing embrace I am forced to go without.
I'm already dead inside, but the body just can't tell.
Here I rot and wither, inside my living Hell.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
No matter how much I drink,
No matter how many pills I take,
No matter how deep I cut myself,
I always seem to wake.
The sound of my alarm forces me to cry.
Why do I keep waking up when I want naught but to die?
I lay here and suffer, day in and day out,
Deaths healing embrace I am forced to go without.
I'm already dead inside, but the body just can't tell.
Here I rot and wither, inside my living Hell.
