Game over

this was written at a very dark time in my life when i attempted suicide.

I'm sick of trying

i give up

i've got a gun to my head

and poison in my cup

I'm done

so over it

why won't you see

i'm fed up with this s**t

i'm simply a fucked up kid

to sick to put in words

i have dreams of me hanging myself

from a rafter

and smiling afterwords

i get joy out of

my bleeding wrists

and puking food

all that twisted s**t

is my high, my rush

like sweet wine

we can compare

show me your scars and i'll show you mine.