Suicides on my mind.. I wonder what it's like? That care free eternal darkness... No more chains or emotions, Just a lifeless carcus. Fed up with being down at the bottom so often, Rotten from my date of birth.. Designed to fall from this earth.. Lost confused and forgotten, Feeling like nothing. Worthless and unloved.. Fed up with this life... I'm so close to the edge... All I need is a shuv... A push or a touch... Depressed in my bed... Try to sleep my troubles away.. Maybe these pills will help? Or maybe they won't.. I feel to go and dance on the train tracks, Like grandad. I used to think you'd watch over me, Hopelessly... I was wrong. Your dead and your gone... You left your daughter shattered in tears.. And her son to pick up the pieces.. No help or support... A devoured report.. Three attempted suicides my heart has been crushed.. The queen of my world reduced to not much. ******* life and the bitter taste you leave me.. All I ever did was try but words for this escape me.. So suicide is on my mind, that blissful quiet exit. No more monetary madness no more prospect of being homeless. I toss and turn the idea round and round my head.. Am I better off alive? Am I better off dead? This world is harsh and cruel but I can't take my life.. My little brother needs me and so does my mum.
A stream of strawberry argot and swift her auburn hair let her shoal uptick in sluice only a cheeseburger made grace as her mamilla bare her cheek in crest there if the goat made milk for perfect cheese where she must have peas too that keep her neat and trim and with her dessert of ice cream when she'll delight in luxury bob again.
I remember all those terribly awkward years In a time capsule that dropped me right here. I'd stay up with an unplugged microphone Singing some songs about being alone Writing so many poems of being unknown How everyone looked so perfect, They had a plan that seemed perfect, They weren't like me, they weren't like you. Masks of perfection that made me feel less than you Questioning all of the life we've been through
I had a combination to a lock I still know Even if it's to a door, now unknown Down the hall you can find me, number 345 studying chapters in books on how to feel alive Then graduate, jumping off that high dive And we splash, knowing nothing Praying we don't drown Sick from the vertigo of a planet spinning us around.
Everyone looked so perfect, They had a plan that seemed perfect Just like me, just like you With a mask having each the other fooled Questioning how they made it through I'm so perfect. You're so perfect too. My plan is, I haven't got a clue.