This voice, that's in my head Is telling me that I Should be fucking dead THAT I SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD I am worthless And I am weak I am hopeless My life is meek These struggles that I must deal with They are so real, and I am a piece of shit A piece of shit I have gathered myself Yet I am in disarray I have gathered myself Still I am in Weak minded, nothing within me Gutless to the point of oblivion Substance is the only redemption I want to overcome But not today FUCK Life is meaningless And I foreshadow doubt Bleeeggggghhhhh I should end life now