Thoughts of killing myself is what's keeping me alive, tear down my mind and crawl inside and find a place to hide, stick my fingers back into my eyes and leave me to bleed and die, I'm toothless and my mouth is becoming dry im sick of all the same old lies building fake confidence just to cry, break down my mind and find the real me shriveled up and dry waiting for the time I can really say goodbye too all the things I've loved in my life,
