• my heart honetley cant take much more
    the pain that severs my heart cant be stopped
    like an unavoidable dagger to my throat
    im just a loser living in no ones skin
    why do i live
    just a piece of s**t living without a reason
    whats the point in living without an existance
    this depression that im living in can no longer be avoided
    i have to face my death
    but not with myself
    its not that i dont wanna die
    i dont wanna die without a reason
    or a way to pay back for all the pain that im not going to cause
    because ill be dead by the time you say the things to me
    if i have no reason for living then why am i?
    life is worse with me alive
    there is no reason for this
    no love
    no family
    no missery
    no light
    and no you
    this isnt some pathetic suicide letter to myself
    no
    its much more than that
    these words will stay with you till death
    but then again arnt we all ready dead?