jemal wallace

What Im I To Do

All I want is to,
put a knife to my wrist, slit my throat, put a gun to my head pull the trigger
End this life that causes so much misery hostility
Waking up every morning, these are the thoughts that travel through my head
Deep in my sleep, these are the dreams that wonder through my head
So what I'm I to do
What hope have I got
When all I seem to think about is death
What hope have I got

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