I look around to find safety
But I still call out “Save me.”
None overlook my fake smile
I have always been in exile.
I have always been the outcast
My future seems like one big past.
I sit around and numb myself with liquor
When all you do is point and snicker.
We all have minds uncrowned
But to our fates we are bound.
Feels as though there’s one way, suicide
One shot, one rope, or one sweet cyanide.
Throw my life over the ledge with no care
Just like kicking out the chair.
Force myself up, get dressed, and coffee
Doing the same thing feeling like a zombie.
Music and pain seem to keep me calm
My miniscule sanity is in Death’s palm.
Every thought, cut, burn, choke, kiss
It all is one thing to me... simply bliss.
So 13 twists and a stool will indulge me
I am writing the letter on my death scene.
You put the gun to my head and make a threat
I’ll calmly say “pull it” and light a cigarette.
This life has pushed me to the ending
I am no longer going to be bending.
I’ll stand on my own if needed
My worthless life is conceded.
Put on Death’s list from day one
Maybe he wants back his son.
I’ll meet him, in hand, with my life
He will reap me with the scythe.
Finally home, away from the hurt
To get here, all my energy was exert.
Time to close my eyes and rest
While the rhythm fades in my chest.
Forgive me for my faults Mother
I was never there for my Brother.
Deep in the arms of Death I see you
Until we meet again, I bid you adieu.