If you're reading this then i'd be dead
finally listened to what the demon said
'it is the only and easy way out.'
succumbed to anger and vodka's growl
here in my hands is a mouthful of pills
all taken to ease the pain i feel
minutes passed by and i grew dizzy
then i thought, death wouldn't come this easy
so i picked up the knife i kept to defend
ran berserk on the wrist of both hands
where each lash is a broken word
and blood flows like the tears you've lured
i know this act will soon take its toll
death will come and he'll take my all
but then again, you are everything to me
so see you in hell you son of a bi- - - -
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