Sometimes I wake up and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself?
Knife to throat slash myself because I don’t want to be caught In this hate from wealth
Open the pills mess up my health forget the thrills keep taking until I overdose myself
hide away lock the door shut the window and sit on the floor let myself die slowly but sure
This isn’t no lie this is just my cure i am not scared of death anymore than I am of being pure
I am not worried about getting put to rest I only wish that you could relate to this fear
Then maybe if we talk again either here or in the next life things will be more clear
Take this advice if you see me alive steer clear i am holding the devil inside
So world when you finely realize what your doing and open your eyes
Ill be here in the next life please make it better so I don’t have to carry this knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem