Tonight. Tomorrow. Either way...
I'm following the voices, they're leading the way.
Stuck behind all the sorrow,
Only seeing their reactions tomorrow.
Tomorrow when they find me on the floor,
Blood dripping, from my wrist to the door.
Pill scattered around my head,
As I sit here happier than ever, thinking about being dead.
A smile spreads across my face,
As the clock ticks by, and my heart starts to race.
I will see them all eventually,
but really, would rather not, since of all the cruel words and whatnot.
Nobody here to stop me,
Really nobody here that cares,
So I am going to take my last breath,
And mop up my own tears.
I loved you all,
No matter what you did to me,
But that was only one sided,
and with these words, "I'm through",
Honestly, I'm done with the bullshit,
& I'm done with you.
See you in Hell someday,
You'll get what you deserve,
Burn my stuff,
All those memories,
Don't fake a tear,
Just wastes Energy....
