The hardest part is waking up
Tomorrow I'll still be completely stuck
I hate my life and that includes myself
A morbid desire, to kill oneself
I'm hot cold, a complete wreak
I hate my pulse, I hate my breath
I should've stopped before the start
Where in the world is my heart ?
The outside is perfect, without flaw
The inside's shattered, bleeding, raw
I'm not even sure if it even matters
But please know my life is in tatters
This night right now should be my end
Dead inside, can you comprehend ?
I want to give up, is it worth the pain?
I'm sick of this life , I hate this rain
