The Blood That Stains The Pages

Deaths Winning

Im debating on whether or not to die,

I mean theres nothing to life,

No point,

No goal,

And it doesnt matter what you do,

Go to jail,

Raise a family,

Theyr nothing,

Just events,

That mean nothing,

And in the end everything you once did,

Is forgotton.

So whats the point of going through all this pain,

All this stress,

All this hate?

Theres just to much stuff that fucked up in my life,

Nothing can fix it,

Everyone says just wait and it will turn out alright,

Well they arent in this situation,

They dont know the emotions,

The stress,

Anything,

And when they say they do,

Well thats just an insult,

So Im still debating whether or not to die,

Death is winning