The demons They're chanting For me to swallow the bottle of pills
Looking out through the window I see the moon And the night sky
I could be with them A star in the sky More than a star I'll ever be here
The voices in my head They're telling me I don't have a purpose That I'm a waste of space
But maybe They're right They know the truth.
And maybe I should just end it Right now While I can.
It's weird how the entire day I can be so happy but at night, when the demons choose to take over me, I don't remember what it feels like to be happy. I don't remember anything. I can't even think straight. All I see is me leaving this world. But I'm not going to end it. Not right now.
On the verge of everything On the verge of crying On the verge of breaking On the verge of jumping On the verge of pulling the trigger On the verge of swallowing the pill On the verge of drowning On the verge of collapsing On the verge of not breathing
smiles at day tears at night laughs with friends cries alone shaky all the time 'i'm fine' 'i already ate' 'i'm full' 'it's nothing' 'it won't happen again' 'don't worry about me' L I E S A L L L I E S therefore... i'm not fine i'm starving myself i'm hungry it's something, help me, please its most definitely going to happen again worry about me please i need it