If you wake up one morning
and they tell you I'm dead...
Year by year
month by month...
A shiny star
In the dead of night...
The thought of death seems nice
to be free without myself with just one slice...
Today was unexpected,
Yet it happened all the same...
I wish I could be anything but me
like a tree or water something, anything...
No more do I wish to live
for no more do i want you to give...
She sat
On a stone...
Blade running through my skin
puncturing deep within...
Hello to all of you
Who don't even care...
Bullet, bullet in my head,
Go in quick and make me dead...
There is this mirror
Near my door...