When I say "I want to die" I mean it with every fiber of my soul.
When I say "I hate myself" I mean it with every fiber of my soul.
My safety's have lost their safety and now I'm creeping towards the edge.
I'm getting close to where I was last October.
I'm scared of what will happen when I get there.
Despite these fears, death is getting more and more tempting.
I only want to sleep forever or die.
There's not much of a difference to me.
Whatever it takes to take me out of this world, this pain, this depression.
I'm teetering towards an edge I can't come back from.
