Physically...
Mentally...
When I kill myself it will be spectacular
I will not go quietly...
I crawl into my bed and wipe away the tears
No amount of sweet, reassuring words can rid me...
I want to do it, i want to sleep forever.
this is the ugly truth of me...
Mental Iillness, all consuming, this regretful...
I've done it again, now I'm falling,
I've done it again, now I'm out...
I was so happy, I forgot that happiness never...
And now I'm sitting here being harass...
As the days go by, I finally start to gain...
Anger...
She still remembers how hard the battles
against her own self were...
Peor que la muerte
Peor que un adios...
I turned the light on to keep the darkness away
I keep my eye's closed so i can see the evil...
I'm just struggling
Struggling to smile...