How many people would care if I died? One? Two? None? I think no one would care.
I'm done with life
My heart is dead and cold
My body is heavy
My brain is shutting down
It's hard to speak
It's hard to breathe
Was it always like this?
Was it always this tough?
They say it's your teenage years, you'll get through it
But I don't see that happening.
I'm too broken and tired
I just want to wrap myself in deaths arms. Be there forever
Should I?
