Suicide Note

These words, like suicidal radical tactical weapons

Will imitate your mind so I don't have my depression

I'm so tired of watching every day float by

While i can't find a reason to get up or wonder why

I'm so fucked up and why I can't handle my own goddamn life

Why the sky seems so high and the ground feels so dry

And the rain is just pain you watch fluttering through my

Fingers as I try to catch it but it keeps on slipping

I'm listening but there's nothing to save me, nothing keeping

Me alive, me here, awake and enthusiastic

I'm just gonna pack up all my shit into the back

I won't grab the black bag on the stagnant counter full of laxatives

I'm already shitting like it's nobodies business but who gives a shit if

You can't bear witness to this lesson otherwise die you fucking bitches

Because I might follow suit if you give me a chance to get off like Eodeopus

I'm not scared of the rooftop or the 20 story balcony

I'm not scared of no Luger or no rope from a fucking tree

I'm not scared of Tylonol PM and what it can do to me

I'm not scared of knives because the sharpness got through to me

What I am is sick and tired of the living I've got to do to be

It's nothing new to me feeling like I'm only a loosely

Hung on piece of string that i swing on truthfully

I never knew a damn noose could fit so suitably

No matter who I am or what I wrote

This is what I left for you, welcome to my suicide note

 

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I hope i make you nervous when I'm around a sharp object

Because i know that I'm worthless and I am my conquest

To settle the score with blood shed in my coffin

And stalk Rob Zombie until he drops dead in his office

I'm tired of living like Joyner or Hopsin

I'm sick from the brain like I've got too many options

You can move closer but I issue a warning caution

I'm not hopeful or happy go lucky, I'm lost

And the dark is the only way I can see through the fog

I got the headlights on but nothing to stop me

As I'm blasting Sriracha and going ninety

My brain is racing I can't take it, that's why I'm writing

Because every once and a while you get tired of fighting

And the only thing to do when you are all done trying

Is lay it all out on the ground and count all your reasons to be alive and

Count your victories, your money, and your prizes

Count your falls, your leaps, your bounds and your strides

Count all the reasons you can believe in to save your life

And when it feels like you're all out of hope

Then you'll know what I feel like writing this suicide note