Life...
Another morning still in bed
So many thoughts run through my head
Self-motivating not to be
I stayed up late the night before
To contemplate and self absorb
There is no answer I can see
Knowing my life sucks to me
Yesterday I wrote another goodbye note
I took a razor and Ii tried to cut my throat
But I missed a dull blade one of my first signs
I found a plastic bag to wrap around my head
It was a little small I killed the cat instead
That little bastard's suppose to live another 8 more times
What's wrong with my mind
Prozac for the way you feel, makes your body so surreal
Having one with wine is just the trick
Took a lighter to a can of raid
Drinking drain-o lemonade
And all it did was make me really sick
But I don't care
My whole damn life seems so unfair
Do you know what might be wrong with me
Here in my own hell
They say that I don't look so well
Do you know how lonely it can be
Knowing my life sucks to me?
Today I'm feeling down
Like most of the time
I called another damn suicide hot line
And the girl on the phone didn't really care
I said I'd end my life but it always falls apart
I couldn't get my brand new car to start
The disappointments more than I can bare
Opened up the oven door
Laid down on the kitchen floor
And only burned my elbows on the rack
Jumped out of a flying plane
You'd think that I might be insane
But I forgot my chute was on my back
I tied a knot and pulled it through and broke the ceiling fan in two
It only made me dizzy for a bit
Now I'm buried underground and everyone just stands around
My grave stone with the caption "idiot"
Current Mood:
bouncyCurrent Music: Mi6 - How To Be An Idiot