The fear of the punch,
no helmet but a skull...
A body lied there on the floor,
Lying there next to the door...
Sealed in tight
light so bright...
I'm sitting near the edge
Unable to cope anymore...
I wish id stop breathing
that would be fun...
I'm holding on by a thread
my hands are griping the side of my bed...
I hate my life i cant stand it any more.
Why cant it just end...
I gun up to my head
the cold meddle on my lips...
You told me our relationship just wouldn't work,
I told you we could work things out...
Life isn’t easy, and very little makes...
You can’t deal with stress, and they put...
Death lie upon us
lull us in your arms...
The razor my best friend
I take it in my hand...