i’m on my deathbed,
with millions of things running through my head.
somebody shoot me i’m begging you,
stop all this pain that i’m going through.
i just can’t take it anymore i can’t take all this,
i hate the way i feel as if i’m in a bottomless pit.
i tear myself apart in hopes to feel alive,
but its done nothing but make me want to hide.
i watch the blood drip down my arm,
i never meant to cause all this harm.
my heart it aches, my head it spins,
this game i’m playing, i give up, you win.
i can’t focus today and not tomorrow,
when will i be happy and end all this sorrow?
i’m tired of feeling the way i do,
i wish i knew what was wrong with me i wish i had a clue.
someone release me from this pain,
i have had nothing that i could gain.
but scared up wrists and a broken smile,
can’t you see i haven’t been happy in such a long while?
don’t worry about me,
you have so many better people to meet and places to be.
i’m worth nothing and people don’t care,
all i want is somebody to be there.
but i push them away and away,
and now it looks like that’s where they’ll stay.
distant and far from the person i am,
who can blame them, not even i can.
nobody will love a girl like me,
broken and scared is all i’ll ever be.
i’m fat and ugly in every way,
i don’t see the point in living yet another day.
my arm stings and burns,
i can’t help but to think this is what i deserve.
this is who i am mom and dad, i hope you’re proud,
it won’t be long until i’m buried in the ground.
i can’t hold on any longer to this life,
i think it’s about time i made use of that knife.
after all since you left me its the only thing that makes me feel,
my body has been numb and nothing seems real.
sometimes i look up at the dark starry sky,
and wonder if you’re looking down on my from up so high.
now that you’re gone i wanna go too,
to say i love the life i’m living just wouldn’t be true.
i don’t have much left in me,
so let me die just let me be.
they say broken hearts have the power to kill,
i’m here to tell you i think mine will.
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