I was born and raised in a place of mystery. With nothing left but little petty things that have no meaning. For the world to see I show you my fear, my loathing, my love, my jealousy, and my regrets.)
My Chance
Its time
It is now
The need for speed
The need to leave
The smoking
Its comfort
The drinking
It’s needed
The blood
It's real
The slicing
For real
I will choose when I die
As someone once told me
If I’m going to die
THEN I WILL DO IT MYSELF
IF you die slowly
You’re waiting for someone to save you
But IF you die quickly
Your not wanting to be found
Don’t tell them where you are
Don’t call to hear the sorrow
The pain is real but have no fear
For the kiss of death is here now
I choose the quickest
For if you want to go
Then get it over with
Or just keep thinking
SUICIDE