Steady flow of dark thoughts attack me...like bees from a hive...i wonder what faces they will make when they try too me revive
Even when i kiss the girl i get affected by i dont feel any sex drive....come too think about it, i really dont have the will power too survive
i will do a test drive....when everybodys taking a paus of five....and with my head into the streets swan dive...

i Really do hate this emotional bottom ....always comes when im alone in the autum.....and BELIVE me when i say it aint awsum..
Fuck the first line about people who really care.. im alive and im already forgotten....why would it change when i lie in the casket all rotten
This aint a fucking threat.....i tried too kill myself twice before NEVER forget....Third times the charm and Hope u all gets anxiety att nights because you didnt do shit, and wakes upp screaming and afraid of the nightmares that got u covered in cold sweat....
In this evil wicked world that dosent seem too get better i sometimes feel like a marionette..i often get temped this days too play solo russian roulette
and if i would dare too pull the trigger? You bet...as sure as i do know the Alphabet...i will stunt jump off some fucking high tower without no safety net
And killing myself and standing before God and he asks me what i regret?? And that is that neither God or anyone for that matter didnt do anything when i was praying and crying while i was upset...
Jumping off the turning torso would be fine...im not talking about the VIP treatment when i say i will skip the Line...and i stand for what i write because at the moment i still got an intact spine...

Belive me i do can tell...i will go straight too hell ...because killing yourself is a sin..there is no way dead or alive that i can win...
when i have the gun in my hand i will go down and knell...and you be dead wrong if you think il squell...
its no time for that when the bullets destroys my brain cell...if they dont find me in some weeks think about all maggots eating me and the rottening decaying smell..
killing myself and i wont even give you a last farewell...on the floor lies a empty gun shell...and parts of my brain as well
it aint swell....i sure people will curse,cry and yell.....when from the church they hear my death bell..