Time is gone .. I am wrong...what do i do?.. when I am done?.. Done with smiling.....be sad and dialing .... The suicide hotline.. This is for you these two are for me... Don't wanna die ... Lord God wanna be free.. Of torment... Hate... And Depression so deep... Have to drink or smoke to keep a beat... Cant cope... Find me a rope.... I don't hesitate my mind so dark. .. with all this I need fate.. a heaviness takes over my body more a is onnd more... Feel like I am bleeding right at the core... Do people just look and stare?... There's the fucken door.... I am hurting so deep . Like a blade pressed on my wrist... I begin to weep .. You are you I am me... Your shit doesn't matter... Whatever will be will be.... I care too much I don't like to be a crutch.... Cant I have happiness?? Or is it your goal to make my life a mess? Shhhhh shut up.... Sit down stand up .. and you say only wazzup?... Cannot be anyone .... My mind is in your control.... U fucken sold your soul.... Maybe I need to be gone .. off this planet somewhere I will be right not wrong... You are the killer ... And I am the one who walks around with the weight.. me ... She... And her.....