This morning I woke up and reached
for the knife,
Cause I thought for a second of ending
Then I took one more minute
and thought about them
My Father, my mother, my family
That shit you come up with real deep
in your head
On those mornings you wake up
and wish you were dead.
I said "fuck it"and reached for
My whiskey instead,
Took a shot, Lit my Cigarette,
hopped out of bed.
I'm pretty depressed this morning, so I took to pen and paper when i woke up.