(Note: Before reading this, Ido NOT or had plans of suicide. I just had my friend to did in mind while writing this. I used some of what I thought was his thoughts as a narrative with my own. Just letting everyone know before I get some emails about this.)
Why can't I die?
If you thought I liked living that would be a total lie.
All this bullshit I deall with in my life sometimes make tears run down my eyes
I don't plan suicide as I want to see the end of this path that I took forcefully made to decide
Everyday I grow sick of this shit but no I won't run and hide
Heck I'll stay along for the ride
Heaven or hell…It doesn't matter to me as oblivion even sounds better than the bullshit in this world to me.