Cut, mute. Cute. Mute.
Just before I hear the bullets shoot.
Just before fear catches up. Clings to my foot.
Right after, my ****** heart is pierced through.
Exactly then, my sanity up, and flew.
Right when, out the window, my feelings they threw.
I'm begging, is what they see.
She's pathetic, is what they think.
Please, please, is what I'd scream,
I'm insane, thats how I feel.
Only some more, and I'll be gone,
As the gates of hell on my face have shone.
And I'm screaming. High. Loud.
But no one hears me.
I'm shrieking. Fading. Falling.
But no one would save me.
I'm bleeding. Skin scorching. It has to stop. No one would end me!
Make me forget, that I even exist.
My being, it's all just a nightmare.
Please make me numb, grasp nothingness.
Feelings inflict pain and I'm tired, make it fair.
But I'm not dead yet, though I wish I am,
I still exist, or however much of me can.
Yes. I still exist. But soon, I hope, it'll be had