I always wake up only to want to sleep
Because the path that I walk is too steep.
And no matter how hard I try,
Nothing’s stopping me from wanting to die.
Every day is another long fight,
And I struggle to survive the night.
When I’m alone, the dark thoughts arrive
And I wonder why I’m even alive.
Soon enough, I put a gun to my head,
Thinking that I’m better off dead.
Pulling the trigger, I blow out my brain,
Feeling nothing but terrible pain.
With my last breath, I give a sigh
And feel my soul leave me, flying toward the sky.
