I woke up this morning
Death weighing heavy on my brain
I thought of all the options available to me
I know there are several things in this life worth living for
But this life isn’t even mine
So I decided that I would bring this sad existence to a halt
This isn’t life
It isn’t even survival
I feel I’d be better off dead
A nine to the temple
Two slit wrists
Several pain killers to take off the edge
While the blood flows
I begin to drift
The life I gave up plays in my head back to back
Stuck between heaven and hell
Love departed and hate took refuge where love once thrived
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