Due to that my hatred for life occurred,
I started planning to destroy this world.
And as I saw the people look at me strange,
I realised that I only destroyed myself.
I'm trembling with a razorblade in my hand.
I can't really understand,
why thoughts about murder and harm haunts my mind.
I probably just need to take my pills lay back and unwind.

Two weeks and always high.
A few overdoses and the end felt nigh.
Why am I so obsessed?
Filled with anger and alot of stress.
Maybe because of a troubled youth,
Want to pull up a gun and shoot.