5/23/18
All I want is the shower and my razor
If one could simply do me a favor
And kill me with a knife
Because I don't want my god damn life
Just wrote that off the top of my head My brain wants me to be dead
I'm just writing what I think
I puke my words out into the sink
I sink into the tub
The grim reaper starts to rub
Pulling me down
Through the drain and 6 feet underground
Blood drains from me
Until I'm white and blue
Cold and shriveled
And my soul is stuck in my body
I drown in my own thoughts
My personality rots
Happiness is all I sought
But depression is what I got