So now when you look upon my motionless body,
I'll be more heartless than you ever were.
I hope you drown in your own guilt and pain,
Just like I drowned in my own blood.
So when im gone,
I know what they will say,
I was suicidal,
I was depressed,
I was way too weak for this world,
BULLSHIT.
If I was weak then why would I wanna die?
How many people can cut their arm down to the vein?
How many people can point a gun to themselves and pull the trigger?
How many people can take their last breath and never breathe again?
How many people can accept the fact that they dont deserve to live?