mental institution

i hope you read the title, because yes i am suicidal,

just yesterday, i grabbed a bar stool, rope, but i forgot my hope,

so i took my rope and tied myself a noose, i made sure it wasnt very loose,

locked my door,but suddenly i hit the floor, like a wild bore, with a shot to the head,

i woke up in a chair, but i didnt care, because i knew exactly where i was,

i was in the mental institution, where theres girls who were once in prostitution,

starting to feel hallucinations, so i made some observations,

and soon realized there was no way of communication,

i never once hesitated,because i always appreciated, my life when i skate,

but now im feeling faded, im becoming outdated,

i haven't mated in two months, i usually just looked at my guns,

and aimed them at my lungs,

but i remembered theres two tons, of tar in my lungs,

well anyways, as i sat in the room of no communication,

i thought of how to have a successful, assassination,

because ill need to kill whoever put me here,

with all of this fear, now im no where near okay,

im even more insane, now that i dont have cocaine, nor do i have Novocaine,

im no longer able to maintain, wheres the needle put it in my god damn vein,

you know what, fuck it, im going to smash my head against the wall,

until the floor turns read, yea thats what i said,

now my body is lifeless, and im DEAD